Elysia Villarreal

Backstory

(Younger Student) I vividly remember my father slamming open my vast, dark oak door and making his way toward my four-poster marble canopy bed. This was the moment I knew, this was the moment my heart perfused with joy - a joy I was not in any way shape or form able to express physically, a joy I had to suppress deep inside my core. I was the final one, of my 6 remarkably successful siblings to attend Hogwarts; the pressure was entirely on me to with-hold the impeccable family name. Although,. I could smell the fear looming over my father from Africa, he had no trust in me whatsoever..