Dad always said Magic was just another form of weapon... maybe that's why mom divorced him and moved back to London from the states. It didn't take her long and she was gone within the year. I was only six at the time and needless to say most of my life up to my seventh birthday was spent as a human tug-o-war rope, but after a while the two young adults decided it'd be better for me to grow up in the states; mainly because my dad was your typical marine corps southern raised stubborn as hell American boy. I turned out just the same, but perhaps a bit more dignified as I spent most of my summers back in London with my mom and her old Hogwarts friends- not to mention I was a girl.
Even though I spent my summers in Europe, my dad insisted that I went to an American school. He didn't know anything about magic except that it pretty much just came out of a stick as he was a muggle, but he felt that it was imperative that I attend Salem rather than Hogwarts. Something about moms friends being too judgemental just like her parents, I wouldn't know. My grandma doted on me and my grandpa had died before I was born, but from the old love letters I found between my folks it seemed like they didn't approve. I knew that my grandma hated my dad, but I never figured it was because he was muggle instead of a full blooded wizard.
I was about sixteen when I was expelled from Salem Institute for Young Witches and Wizards, me and about five other girls I'd hung out a lot with. We weren't doing anything wrong, atleast too wrong. We'd snuck out on a Friday night. We were tired of being stuck with nothing but other girls in the dorm and therefore grabbed a couple of the guys, snuck some food and wine from the kitchen and headed to one of the large broom cupboards. Needless to say we were caught, and thanks to my dads over active anger issues, he shipped me to my moms place, and I guess I can say that this is where our story begins…