- Joined June 2017
- Member of Slytherin
- 1121 House Points
- 1st Year
Backstory(Younger Student) I was born in a little town in the Province of Rio Negro, at the feets of the Andes. I have a sister, and my father takes care of us both (my mother died when I was a baby after my sister was born). Always happened weird things around me, and my sister used to blame me for almost everything. How was I supposed to know that common pencils couldn't write in all the imaginable colors? Or that branches don't move by themselves to make a refugee?
However, when I received my acceptation letter from Hogwarts, my father had a word with me and he told me that my mother studied there (that was why all those strange things happened and the reason why he sent me to English courses), and asked me if I really wanted to go there, that if I was looking for some answers I would find them there. He had been saving money since the very moment I was born in case we had to go to London, so as soon as we were prepared, we departed in the first (and affordable) flight to London.
I can sure you, the moment I entered the Diagon Alley something inside me made "CLICK". I felt like finally finding something I never knew I was looking for, and my excitement was such that when I arrived Hogwarts I had already read every text book twice and had begun practicing the first spells.
And here I am, following my mother's steps. My father says in his letters that my sister is wanting to come study here too, and if the jasmins continue to grow uncontrollably wild all over the house and it's terrains, even in the middle of the winter blizzards, she might receive a letter as well, who knows.