[No Name]

Backstory

I remember the day I was sorted. It took me a minute to finally move from my spot when I heard my name be called. My heart was pounding and hands were shaking. I approached the chair and sat. Not wanting to see the hundreds of other people staring at me I sat there with my eyes closed. My palms were now getting sweaty, face started to tingle a bit as I started to breathe a little faster trying not to have a panic attack. It was very quiet. What felt like an ion in the few seconds of placing the Hat on my head it's voice startled me saying "Better be, Hufflepuff". I ran with my head down to the Hufflepuff table and sat with fellow housemates. I was a very quiet person all through schooling, didn't really care to have friends. I was average with grades and managed to just pass OWLS. I've always been a creative person. Ideas constantly popping in my head. So I just decided to make a living of creating whatever I thought and sell it. Whether it be framed photos i took (some witches & wizards were fascinated with my work.. and the fact that they were "still" pictures), making clothes, small furniture pieces, etc.
I'm an only child and I'm half-blood. Father's a wizard and my mother is muggle but died after giving birth to me. I guess that's why I've always been a shy person. It was just my father and I. I guess you can say we were close. As I started to get older we both had no idea what we were doing but, I tell you, we taught each other along the way. We were to be honest about everything no matter what, and we were. Then he came very ill one year and it was unfortunately something that we could not cure. There was no telling how long he had. Months. Years. I cared for him the best I could. We lived life to the fullest. We sold everything we had and drove. Drove wherever life took us. Capture the best & happiest moments we had left together and that he can celebrate. [It would be 5 years later he passes away]