I was born on April 28th, 2008. My father was a short, burly man named Theodore cook. He had a big bushy beard and loved to laugh. My mother's name was Samantha Cook, and I share her curly blonde hair. My parents were the best. I mean they were perfect. I never found a time when they didn't support me, and I was thankful. You see even though my parents were great. My school life sucked. I was always taller than the other kids so they would pick on me constantly. I never really fit in at school. I was just the tall quiet kid to busy focusing on school and hanging out with my parents. I never liked getting into what was seen as cool. I always enjoyed the odd things kr things people didn't much care for. I used to play pretend that I was a magical sorcerer and I rode a pegasus around my town smiting the bullies who scorned me. I don't think I could actually harm them, but it was a funny thought. My first incident with magic happened when I was nine. My parents left me with a sitter while they were on their date night. My sister was a vile woman who ate all pur snacks and hogged the t.v. all I remember was thinking I wish she couldn't enjoy our stuff, and just like magic the t.v. just stopped working. My sitter just thought it crapped out, ut as soon as my parents came home it shut back on. As my parents paid that vile hag my mother pulled ms aside to talk. Life has a funny way of throwing curve balls. One minute you are pretending that you are a sorcerer. The next minute you find out your mom's a witch and it looks like you got more than just your her hair. I can honestly say I was excited and scared all at once to hear how not normal I was. The day of my eleventh birthday I received my letter from Hogwarts, and for once I was excited for the future.