Nadia

Backstory

Born into a muggle family in the heart of London. When I had received my Hogwarts letter, I had no idea what it meant. My parents thought their 11 year old daughter had been driven mad from always feeling the need to achieve the most in her academics.

Eventually I had faked a letter from a prestigious boarding school in Scotland when in reality I am at Hogwarts and of course I feel far more behind than those witches and wizards born into pureblood families. A pure blood named John always seems to catch my eye. He was in his 7th year last year and is now understudy the professors to follow in their footsteps. Weve made friends when he was a student and we still are but I dont think he looks at me the same way. In some ways he reminds me of the chosen one. His black shaggy hair and glasses but the biggest part is... he would be my chosen one if he let me.

I look at Ghosts, House elves and even Butterbeer with wide eyes, generally in amazement. Mandrakes are the exception. When I visit my family over the holidays, I speak of my friends and classes but instead of history of magic, I simply refer to it as history or Potions are a pharmaceutical course.

My constant struggle is trying to be brave enough to tell them the truth. If they'll believe me...