When I received my Hogwarts Letter that faithful day, I didn’t know what it would mean. At first I thought it was just a joke, ya know? My little brother was excited for me. Our parents never said anything about magic until I received that letter, so I had no Idea I was a Wizard. I liked pranking a lot so I think I know why they kept silent about it. But They took me to shop for my materials with a content heart, that I was chosen to study in one of the best schools of Magic. I was immediately fascinated by potions and defense against the Dark arts. So I was excited reading those books in particular before the semester started. When I was in the train to the school, I was nervous. But I learned about the houses. Knowing my parents where both Gryffindors I expected to be sorted there. But no. I was quickly sorted into Slytherin. The sorting hat didn't even give me time to think. But all the bad things I have heard of the house quickly dissipated as they welcomed me proudly. I'm The only Slytherin at home and my two little brothers were also sorted into Gryffindor. Leaving me slightly as the Black Sheep of the house. But even if I have to I take the title proudly. Since I never saw myself as a "good" person. Being Slytherin does not mean I'm bad. But more like being underestimated and thought off as bad. I aspire to become a potions teacher at this school. And i will surely work hard for it, no matter what.
Patronus: Wild rabbit
Hogwarts house: Slytherin
Ilvermorny house: Horned Serpent
Wand: Fir Wood, Unicorn hair core 14" and a Brittle Flexibility.