Challenge: Fire the Canon's Character of the Week Drabble Competition, on HPFC.
Characters: Rolanda Hooch.
Prompt: Written in first person
Word count: 200
I've had a wonderful life. I don't deny that. What I do deny is the notion that it's been flawless.
When I was young and attended a muggle school, I was teased for my eyes, yellow and hawk-like. Freak, they called me. I knew then that I was a witch, because my mother was too, and father wanted me to be one. I hated myself for that, though, except when I thought of Hogwarts. The idea of the school became my escape.
When I entered Hogwarts, I didn't go to Slytherin, like my mother, who hadn't seen her parents since before she'd married my father, but to Ravenclaw, where everyone was apparently very clever. I didn't feel clever, though. I struggled with basic charms, and simple potions were a nightmare.
It wasn't until watching Quidditch that I realised I really did belong, because I was an expert at strategy. When I tried out for team chaser in my second year, I got in for no reason other than my use of strategy. The broom was terribly uncooperative and everything was a threat.
Fortunately, I knew how to use that to my advantage. I still do.
I'm a Ravenclaw, after all.