I come from magical family, but magic isn't quite a big part in our lives, as it is in other families. My mother and mathernal side of my family are wizards and witches, but my father and his parents aren't. Therefore we mostly lived a muggle-ish life.
My parents didn't keep my mothers magic-powers a secret from me, but it was just never a big relevant part of their/ and my early life.


My parents both work in the muggle world andare very invested in their jobs. So, we often visited my grandparents and I lived with them every now and then.
They are still to this day very lovely and caring people. Next to their house is a bookstore, which I practically spent my whole childhood in. It’s more like a library and I always LOVED playing there.

We still have a great connection and all three of us often sit together and have fun.

No one ever thought abouther wether I would or not be magical but I always showed a few signs (I showed peculiar interest in bugs and spiders and when I was about five years old, I accidentially burned a handfull of them with my euphoria).
On my eleventh birthday I received my letter and my grandma took me to diagonal alley where we went shopping.