Hi. I suppose you're wondering who I am.

Although my official name is Elinor, I very much dislike it and call myself Lyn. Only my family calls me Elinor, because they're snobs and won't listen to my wishes.

That brings me to where I'm from... I was born in Philadelphia, in a big nobby house to a big nobby family. Don't get me wrong, I love the luxury and I love my family. What I can't stand is the pressure to behave like one of them, the responsibility to uphold the family name and the high expectations. Quite often I feel trapped and suffocated and me and my father fight about it A LOT. He's very loving and extremely protective, but also incredibly stubborn. Funny thing is, he often says that about me, usually angrily before storming out of the room. He's gotten much worse since my mom's passing.

I have an older brother, his name is Cathaír. He's much more flexible and does whatever father expects of him without fighting. I know he disagrees with him frequently, but he desires approval so badly he keeps silent. He also loves me very much, so much he takes most of the blame for my every scrape, every failiure to behave as a good girl.

Cathaír's almost done with his studies at Hogwarts. No matter how much I look forward to going there, I can't help feeling sad that we won't be there together. That gives our father even more reasons to be overprotective of me.

My mother passed away when I was 8 years old. She was an exceptional witch. Father almost never speaks of her and I know he's hurting. Somehow, I don't feel so sad about her death. She died a hero, at least in my eyes. She was an Auror and fell victim to one of the Death-Eaters. I feel so proud every time I think of her, that I started wishnig I could become an Auror one day, too. Of course I've never told my dad, because I think that only one of us would walk out of that conversation alive.

I don't have any friends. My family's paranoia made them place a number of protective spells on our house and I can hardly ever go beyond the borders of our lot. For years my only company was my brother and several house elves (very well treated). So I spend much of my time reading and imagining a very different life.

Because of Cathaír's studies, we live in Adare (Ireland) most of the time now. Out parents both went to Hogwarts, so naturally when it was time to decide about a magical school, they agreed we should stay in Ireland and attend Hogwarts as well. Personally, I don't really care which school I go to - I'm only hoping to finally find some friends.

I'm afraid my looks are quite average. I have brown hair and brown eyes, about 4'10 and thin limbs. There's really nothing special about my looks.

I'm almost certain that I have magic, because in all of my family there were only two Squibs in over a thousand years. But has it manifested yet? I'm not sure. I think a few years back I did something funny to my great aunt's chair, because she got drunk and said some things about me I didn't like, and later that evening she fell off it, but after they left, my dad said she "had a little too much wine", so it might not have been me at all. My brother keeps telling me that it's not unusual and also that he's glad my magic doesn't show up unannounced, because "I'd probably do funny things to dad all the time when we argue". I guess he's right. I'm just going to have to wait and see at school.

Can't wait to start my first year!