ALOHOMORA | CEDRIC DIGGORY

〝𝐈𝐭ʼ𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.〞

Ellis Grindelwald used to wish she was a Squib, too. Then, perhaps, all she had to do was answer questions about whether she really hailed from a certain village in Switzerland: she did not. Alas, when she was thrusted into the realm of non-magic, she was not welcomed. As much as nobody had the slightest clue about her heritage, none was fooled by her mismatched eyes. One light, one dark: it was the epitome of evil. It did not help that strange things always seemed to happen around her, including a barn owl swooping into her dorm room on her eleventh birthday.

She felt like she had waited her entire life for that moment. Her chance to turn her life around had finally come. There was not going to be time for friends, not that she would make any. There was not going to be time for boys; those were a waste. There was only time for study, because a basketful of O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s was her only ticket to leave behind what she had.

It was time to reenter the world in which her name heralded wickedness and villainy--it was time to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.