I was an ambitious Slytherin student, from a half-blood family. my father was a wizard, but he and my mum got divorced when I was three. I had no one who understood my magic. My mother hated having me around, and was so happy when II came to Hogwarts. She was finally rid of me. However, tragedy struck my seventh year when my boyfriend threw a potion at me during a fight. I was comatose for a month before my mum told them to pull the plug. I haven’t left the school since then. I tend to avoid anytime students are working on Potions -- bad memories, you know?But being a ghost isn't all bad: I can go wherever I want and play around with the first years. They're the nicest. I stay away from the seventh year boys when I'm not pranking them. but I'm not that much trouble...unless you make me angry.