Diana

Backstory

Finding out I was a witch was both one of the most exiting, yet nervous things in my life. It wasn’t too shocking, really. I had always know I was unique - special. The other children at the orphanage did their best to remind me of it, that I wasn’t like them. They said it like it was a bad thing, but I disagreed.

So what if I could do things they can’t do, that they couldn’t explain? All the things they could do, I still could. It just meant that I was better than them, I was superior. They were simply afraid, afraid because they didn’t know of the things I did, and had no way to counter it had I decided to use it against them. But I never did, did I? Yet, they still shied away from me, as if I was contagious. Fear had an iron grip on them - they were cowards.

But that’s in the past. Now I am a proud member of the Slytherin house, last descendant of a deceased pureblood family. I have everything I need right now - a status, money, and power. But most of all, I have a family that will last the seven years I will be at this school and beyond.