ayy boi

Backstory

I was born from a witch, Rosalind Nymphadeta, and a muggle man known as Adonis. They met on my mother's trip to Rome, where she was researching potion ingredients. Married for three years before having me, my parents split when both acknowledged their differences, my father staying to work in Italy and my mother returning to Scotland, her homeland, to sell potions that soon gained quick popularity with other magical beings.
I grew up near the edge of a small town in an ancient house, a forest to the side and buildings stretching for miles on the other. Our house was old and covered in ivy. A wooden fence surrounded the front, a walkway of stone leading to the veranda by a garden gate dotted with flowers. The house, three stories, held steady after decades of its creation. The interior was made up of twists and turns, the building filled with secrets and passages and hidden rooms I am of yet to memorize. My mother worked on her potions in the backroom behind the small kitchen, which was an expansion she created herself and very proud of.
Mother was often off selling potions and collecting ingredients, and so I tended to get myself in trouble. Trouble, meaning confronting dangerous magical creatures I was told to keep away from, which resulted in many scars. My curiosity got the better of me, even if I was able to understand why I should not go near them. Many times, I got out of sticky situations such as this by using tricks and being cunning, which is one of the reasons I'm not so surprised I was sorted into Slytherin.
My future has many choices laid out before me, but I know I want to be successful and travel the world. Whether as an author, an auror, a potioneer, or a magizoologist. I look forward to living a story worth telling.