Abby

Backstory

I grew up without knowing about magic. Dad's a muggle, Mom's a pureblood, so I'm a halfblood I suppose. When I was 11, I was sat down and told about the great wonders of Ilvermorny, and what was inside. At first, I honestly didn't believe it. It took me about a week to fully understand that it was real, though it makes sense thinking back on it. I had a habit of doing things I didn't mean to, like making a box move or smashing glass when I was upset. However, something happened that made my parents decide to send me to Hogwarts. I'm not sure why. Less money? Better experiences? Whatever the case may be, they flooed over to the headmaster's office and got permission for me to go. The letter was written for me, and we went to Diagon Alley to pick up my supplies. I'll never forget that day. It was enchanting to see all of the magic happening around me, and having proof, real, solid proof, that it wasn't a dream. It was real. Now a fourth year Slytherin, I'm much happier than I would be going to Ilvermorny.