Zoe Mitchell

Hey!

My name is Zoe Mitchell, which, I've been told, literally means "Life of the one who is like God." Whatever reason my mother had for giving me a name like that, I will never know. Maybe it was the addition of my father's last name. No, I'm lying. It's definitely my father's last name. But that's life, isn't it? The inability to fully comprehend that which you were not around to hear or see or know.

That got...Anyway, I'm seventeen years old, and I had absolutely no knowledge of magic before the age of...around six years old. Six, was it? Yeah...definitely six.

See, when I was six years old, I met my father. I hadn't had the slightest clue who he was or where he'd been for the first six years of my life, and you could say I was slightly hostile toward him in the beginning. A hostility that's faded only slightly. Apparently, I got my looks from him, both the green eyes that always seem to see far too much for their own good, and the voluminous black hair that falls in waves to the middle of my back. But I'd give anything to just have something that belonged to my mother. Because I've got...nothing.

Anyhow, I figured that meeting my father for the first time would be- for lack of a better word- magical. And, in a way, it was. Just...not in the way I'd been expecting.

My father...I've never actually had to explain this to anyone before, because, honestly, who would believe a hyperactive child with a bit of-alright- a very active imagination? No one in their right mind, right?

Right.

But I feel like this time will be different. Maybe this time someone will actually listen. My father was a wizard. You know, one of the wand-waving, broom-riding, save the world type wizards. Only, he didn't do much saving. He's also told me he was one of the best of his year, which I somehow do not believe.

But I digress.

But since meeting him, I'd begun to notice certain things. Things like the way the teapot steams when there is no fire underneath it. That only happens when I'm really angry. And I've ever only gotten really angry once. I swear it.

One of the most memorable moments I have stored in my mind, though, was when I shattered my mirror. Which sounds far more violent than it was. I remember it all so clearly. I'd be scared, whether from the wind that tore ferociously at the trees outside, the rain that pattered endlessly on the roof of the house, or the boom of the thunder outside my window, I have no idea. Maybe it was a combination of all three. But after one particularly loud boom, I had jerked upright in bed, screaming as my mirror turned into a dozen little trinkets on the floor. That was the first (and only) time I fully believed my father.

And I do believe that's all.

It should be.

For now.

NOPE: I LIED.

Here are some quotes I feel are extremely fitting for a Gryffindor.

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear."
~Ambrose Redmoon

"I have loved the stars too fondly to be afraid of the night."
~Galileo Galilei

"It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit."
~JRR Tolkien

"Today is victory over the you of yesterday; tomorrow is your victory over lesser men."
~Miyamoto Musashi