Isadora Nymphile

Backstory

I was born in 1885 at Hogwarts school, and went there like anybody else at 11 years old. I excelled in most of my subjects- muggle studies, potions, History Of Magic, Transfiguration....but there was one I did the best. Flying. I could fly with power and dignity, and enhance my capabilities every step of the way. I was cocky too, I'd endlessly show off to my school mates. Just a fifteen year old girl, laughing vainly as I did back flips and whizzing on the newest broom. My parents were quite rich- an upper class pure blood family, my father was the Minister's personal assistant so cash wasn't in dire need of.
I decided to join the Quidditch Team. We were in a big match- Us Slytherins against the beefy Hufflepuffs. We were 20-10, and it was minutes away from the end of the game. Both teams were neck at neck trying their hardest to win. Except me. I was waving to the crowd, making rude gestures at my friends and blowing kisses to the boys. And that is when it happened. BAM! A bludger rocketed into me. Right into my head. I fell of my broom and shot to the ground, landing with a nasty crash. I was killed instantly.
When I became a ghost I made a choice not to be cocky. I changed my entire persona, from a cocky, vain, showy off, rich kid into a quiet and thoughtful ghost. My past still haunts me-the choices I made, the opportunities I lost. I cannot bear to think of it.