Hi. I'm v sorry. But, heres a fic! This will be updated eradically. Sorry

Oh, and I'm genderfluid. She/They/Xie.

If you don't like that, kindly fuck off.

I don't really know how I got myself in this situation. But I guess I'll roll with it. It's not like I have a choice.

I should probably back up. Though you definitely don't want to know what happens.

I'm Jaya Elodia Asturia. But you will me El. But anyways, I'm a witch. And a daughter of Apollo.

Surprise.

And since you're surely all clamoring to hear my tragic backstory, here's a rundown of my short life.

I killed my mum at age 9.

My dad kicked me out the same year.

Got to camp at 10 after 2 months on the streets.

Left camp after killing that bigoted prat Elliot at the tender age of 12.

Was immediately pelted by 2 years worth of letters to Pigfarts,

(I stank of owl droppings for days)

Stowed away on plane to the Uk, went to Pigfarts and wreaked havoc for a year, and made an enemy.

Actually, four arrogant, preening and pigheaded enemies.

The Marauders.

Bye!