My mother and father died when I was five, and they were both muggles. I lived with my grandmother. When I got my Hogwarts letter, she was very proud. She knew a lot about the wizarding world, because she is a witch. She told me stories about her days at Hogwarts, and her days as a Huffleuff. So you could imagine how happy I was when I was put into the Hufflepuff house. But, during my first year, my grandmother died. I could not go back home for holidays, so most of the time I would explore Hogwarts (or study and read). One day, I was just lurking the halls, when I stumbled into a group of 6th year Griffindors. They bullied me and were called me a "mud blood". I was not familiar with the term. I told them to stop, but they kept going. One of them pushed me down the stairs, and I died. Now, I spend my days roaming the halls, scaring any Griffindors I don't like.