Corona was always expected to be a great witch, although that expectation did not come with the unconditional love of her parents. Their first disappointment happened when Corona was born as she was, well... a girl. They had been hoping for a male heir, not the small, frail girl they received. It was almost as if Corona wasn't their child, she had freckles, pale skin and silver eyes, traits that neither of their parents had. The only thing that even distinguished her as part of the Allivary family was her red hair that was almost identical to her mother's. That wasn't all though... Corona's family, in addition to wanting a male heir prided themselves to be a "pure" family, although it was very probable they weren't as pure as they'd like to be. Because of that, they tried to train Corona at an early age, giving her a short stick and drilling spell movements into her. She got a few, but not every single one which made her parents angry. Their heir had to be perfect, after all, each member of the family had been a Ravenclaw and excelled in their studies, many of them being either prefects or heads of houses. Through this, Corona was very distant from her family, having to sneak away from lessons which took the entire so she could do some things she wanted. That wasn't the best though, since every time she got back, she would be given a scolding and a spanking... or a few. From the moment Corona heard about Hogwarts, she couldn't wait to get her letter, finally being free from her parents, and when she turned eleven, it came. She was excited to go to the school, more than anything, and that was the first time her parents had been okay with what she thought. They acted like real parents for a time, helping her pack and letting her rest for a bit, but she new it wasn't gonna be like that forever. As she ran into platform 9 and 3/4, she didn't even glance back at her waving parents. She didn't know how they felt, but frankly, she didn't care.