I come from a family of Slytherin's. Even my great great grandfather, Ebeniezer Lucien Fawn was a Slytherin. Once I received my letter from Hogwarts, I knew where I'd be placed. I was told to get good grades and stay out of trouble, so I founded the Snakebites Café and Bakery with money I'd made taking Quidditch bets. Upstairs may seem like your ordinary intimate Slytherin hangout spot, but downstairs lays a forbidden tattoo parlor where only those I trust can get inked. I've been in business for years and escaped the Ministry's investigations. They'll never close me down.