Some of you might not know, but I was born out of wedlock. That's right, folks, I'm a bastard. My mother is a Pureblood in a pretty strong family, and my father is Muggleborn. I was more or less raised by my grandfather.
Recently, my father visited my mother and her husband and their children, and modified their memories. They now believe that I was born to my mother and her husband out of wedlock, but that my father believed I was his and kidnapped me after school. My dad worked as an Obliviator before the war, so I could be pretty confident that he did good work here.
The Muggle news has a report now that an English tourist fell off a cliff while on a hiking trip in Italy. That man is my father. He's not dead, he just wanted out of the Wizarding world
I visited my mother. Foolish, I know. I figured I'd just apparate the fuck out of there if they released the hounds, but it was a tearful reunion that I had never expected. I got given out to by my "father" for worrying my mother half to death, and my half-brother wouldn't leave my side... it was so weird...
Anyway.
Long story short, I have an opportunity here to exploit some Purebloods, and before you mammy boys start giving me stick about being so cruel to my mother - she never wanted me and happily gave me to an old man who had already raised his kid, so I have no sympathy for her. They also have a really fantastic library. I may or may not have swiped a book on charms that I'd never seen before. I've only skimmed through it so far, but it's really advanced stuff. Might be something worthwhile in here.
{HEXED PRIVATE TO FRIENDS. UNWELCOME EYES SEE ANOTHER CLIPPING FROM WITCH WEEKLY, THIS TIME ON A KNITTING PATTERN FOR LITTLE BABY BOOTIES}
I have on my nerd hat and my nerd glasses and am nerding over a textbook. I need de-nerdification. Quick, someone distract me!
