Esther Walker

Backstory

I am currently in my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This summer, when I got my Hogwarts letter, I thought it was a prank for three days, at least. I had no idea what this "Diagon Alley" was, but I had heard a girl whose name I didn't know say it to her friend while walking past my house. I had seen her quite a few times over the years that I lived there, so I obviously had seen her house before (She lived one block to the north and four houses to the west.). I made my way up to her house, rang the doorbell, and had to wait almost a minute for the door to open.
Her mom was the one to open it, and greeted me with the most cold and harsh tone I had ever heard coming from a person not on a television set. Her daughter (whose name I later found out was Pansy Parkinson) then pushed her mom out of the way, asking me in a tone even colder than her mother's what I wanted. Long story short, I asked her what Diagon Alley was, she made me sit outside (because I was some sort of thing called a "mudblood"), and gave me directions to a place called the Leaky Cauldron.
From there, I managed to find my way into Diagon Alley (which was, to my surprise, an actual place) by asking a wizard named Quirnius Quirrel. Two things I'll say about him: he is super weird and too inexperienced to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. At a bookstore called Flourish and Blotts, I bought as many books as I could afford. And I really saved up my money, so that was a help. I limited myself to twenty dollars per year, and started getting an allowance when I was four, so, really, I had $770. I kept $100 for each year at Hogwarts, which left me with $70 to get books with, along with a little extra, since I would be getting an allowance over the summer if nothing else, due to the fact that I would be going to a boarding school come September first.
Now, you must understand that I hadn't said a word to my parents about spending all this money, so . . . well, I'll just let you imagine what that was like. (In case you're wondering, not good)
And, well, I think you can guess the rest of what happened in my lifetime: I went to Hogwarts, went through classes, and put at least an extra three feet on each essay I wrote.