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Backstory

I was sorted into Slytherin, but it was almost Hufflepuff. The Sorting Hat took a long time — nearly a full five minutes — debating where to place me. It said I had a strong sense of loyalty, patience, and a quiet but steady moral compass that would make me a natural fit for Hufflepuff. But beneath that, there was a clear ambition, a hunger to prove myself, and a tendency to be strategic — not manipulative, just… tactical. In the end, the Hat chose Slytherin, saying I’d do more good in a House that would challenge me. Potions is easily my favorite subject. There’s something about the exactness, the control, and the transformation process that fascinates me. You start with separate, mundane ingredients and end up with something powerful — useful, dangerous, or healing. I was never keen on Divination; all the vague predictions and dream journals didn’t sit right with me. I also did well in History of Magic, but I didn’t enjoy it. Memorizing facts with no practical application felt pointless, even if I got good marks. I’m a half-blood — my dad’s a wizard from a lesser-known pureblood family, and my mum’s a Muggle who works as a crime scene analyst. My blood status has been both a shield and a target. It gave me just enough legitimacy to exist in Slytherin without being constantly harassed, but I had to work twice as hard to be taken seriously. I wasn’t in school during either of Voldemort’s rises to power, but my family was deeply affected. My dad lost two cousins during the Second Wizarding War, and my mum still doesn’t fully understand what happened, only that magic is more dangerous than she realized. My greatest strength is my ability to adapt — I can read a room, assess people’s motives, and adjust my approach accordingly. But my greatest weakness is that I sometimes hold back from doing the right thing if it puts me at risk. I hate that about myself, but I’m working on it. After Hogwarts, I want to work in magical law enforcement — maybe as an investigator for the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. I think the most fascinating part of magic is how it can be both incredibly creative and incredibly destructive — it reflects the person using it. I want to use magic to help others, but I won’t pretend I’m entirely selfless. I want a name for myself too. If I’m being honest, I want to be respected — truly respected, for something I chose to become, not something I was born into. I have a black cat named Hex who acts like he’s a miniature dragon — full of attitude and far too clever. My family’s a bit complicated. My dad’s side tends to keep quiet about the Muggle side of the family, and my mum’s side doesn’t know half of what goes on in the wizarding world. I sometimes feel like I don’t fully belong in either, but maybe that’s why I’m good at moving between different groups. I know who I am, even if I don’t always fit in the boxes other people expect.