*Your pov*
I'm a 5th year here at hogwarts, I belong to the slytherin house, although my peers say that the sorting hat was mistaken for putting me there. Sometimes I think so too, I'm nothing like what my house says I should be like, I'm not confident, I'm not popular or extroverted. Honestly, I mainly keep to myself, I always have my face in my journal, usually sitting at the edge of the forbidden forest, I sneak there during the night. I practice dark magic spells, along with defensive spells there, Sometimes if I'm feeling brave enough, I wonder into the shallow end of the forest and seek out weak monsters and creatures there, ones that I can easily knock out, or even kill.
I study them, and their attacks, I jot down any notes or thoughts I have into my journal, which is my most treasured possesion. It has studies of every moster or creature i've stumbled apon here at Hogwarts since I was a 1st year. It is quite large, and sometimes hard to carry in its large black leather satchel that you'll always see on my side. Along with a quill with a large black Raven feather on it with painted gold tips. The book was given to me by my father as a congradulation gift for being accepted to Hogwarts, and the quill was given to me by mother, she made and painted it. They were ment for my school studies, but i wanted to use them for something more important and passionate, something I can gift to my future children when they attend Hogwarts themselves.
