My life has always been boring. Go to sleep. Eat. Work. Go back to sleep. I'm an orphan and I have no friends. My Dad abandoned me when I was born and my Mum died mysteriously. Unfortunately, I was born on Friday 13th- an unlucky day. So I got bullied for everything bad that happened. The flood in the toilets. The invisible bedroom. The fire in the kitchen. Until Dumbledore saved me and whisked me off to Hogwarts. He seemed particularly fond of me- I think I reminded him of his sister Arianna. Because of the bullying we both faced, our magic started to ball up inside of us. If it wasn't for Dumbledore... I don't know what would have happened.