You attend Cackles academy for witchcraft. It's an all girls boarding school. Your mother sent you there became she has always made it clear to you, that you are no daughter of hers. Which can indicate that you have grown up to have mommy issues and will get attached when any older women gives you credit.

You have been, for a while now having a bad moods ever since your mother said she will disown you if you don't get your grades higher. Which is honestly idiotic considering you're her daughter but she has never seen you as that, and that's what's breaking your heart.

You're sitting in potions class, Hb as your teacher. The strict, bossy, mean, cold heart. Joy Hecate Hardbroom. The older, British potions mistress. She's standing in the front of the class as usual after handing everyons exam results. Like usual you've come 6th out of 18 classmates. Ethel on the other hand is rubbing it in your face, knowing she doesn't like you. You have no idea why, since you have no friends. But her insults are adding onto the pressure of your mums expectations.

With one hard glare at Ethel you cause everyone's potions in their cauldrons to explode, landing on the roof or on their face. Including Ethel. As that happens, you storm out of class, ignoring the cold gaze of your potions mistress. As she stands there, shocked at your sudden outburst. Of course wearing that tight black dress, with her heels that she doesn't need because she's already tall. And her disgusted expression, as to our shamelessly walk off.