Being a sixth year Slytherin is both rewarding and something to be proud of. The Slytherin house is undeniably the best. I come from a long line of pureblood Slytherins but, as with any great Family, there are some mess ups in the bloodline. The first defector was my seven greats grandfather Thommasso Secondo who was sorted into Gryffindor and proceeded to marry a mudblood. In my immediate family, my eldest brother, Nicholas, has now taken a liking to such twisted ideals after also being sorted into Gryffindor--he married a muggle. He was obviously disowned, but that led to some family tensions. The unpredictability and utter stupidity of being a Gryffindor caused Nicholas to get in a fight and ultimately kill my father. Because my mother died when I was young, that left my little sister, Rosetta, and I as wards of my aunt, Charissa. Charissa's story is similar to Nicholas'. Now the only connections with the pureblood world I have are my cousins who live in France. I'm constantly on the run from my aunt on the holidays, so school has become my safe place, not that I need any help from anyone. As of now, I'm working on becoming emancipated. I inherited the family estate and own my father's old wand shop, so I can care for myself. I aspire to become the Minister of Magic or some like position out of school, and no one can stop me from getting there.