Mudblood. Slytherin. How could it get any worse, right?
I don't want to shame my house- I love it alot. It fits me the best, I've always been passionate, always held on tight to the bonds I'd made, always been cunning (or, at least, been told that I am cunning.) But a lot of the people in my house....
They aren't very accepting.
I mean I TRIED keeping it hidden, but, in the end, I guess these things just kind of slip out. They found a walkman in my bed. The rest is history.
Despite that, I still have a lot of good friends at hogwarts- mostly hufflepuffs. I'm not unhappy. I'm doing good.