My family was filthy rich and well respected. Even though my family was powerful and well known, Voldemort hadn't asked for us all to join and be Death eaters which luckily meant we all weren't corrupted with the horrible mindset of hating muggleborns and halfbloods. My father and mother had always been busy in the Ministry and Abby had already joined Wizards school, so I had to learn to look after my troublesome twin brothers at the age of eight and them only being four. It was a really big struggle for me since my house elf was already scared of the pair, but once we all grew up, they respected me well and loved me dearly. When it was my time for school, on the Hogwarts express, I met a girl with really puffy brown hair. She looked a little distress as she knocked on every cabin door asking everyone if they seen a toad, so I decided to go to her and offer help. Hermione Granger was her name and we both instantly clicked. During the sorting ceremony, I had been sorted into Slytherin as my new best friend was sorted in the house that was so called my enemy.