ANDREWS, Cory Quinton

I was born in Ohio, across the pond, and grew up in New York City. I was the third oldest out of seven kids my parents had. Two of us ended up being magical, so that was pretty sweet. But out of the seven of us, only me and one of my sisters is alive anymore. We used to have a big family, as you can imagine. I mean, I had six siblings and a fuck ton of nieces and nephews.  Okay, maybe not that many, but it was more than it is now. Now i really ain't got a whole lot left besides my mom, my sister, three nieces, and a nephew. And they mean every damn thing to me.


That gang life, y'know. It catches up to you at some point and it don't matter who's around you when it does.

It caught up with my family. No matter how many times I begged them to stop, they never listened. And now they never will. You can't listen when you're dead.

After I got my letter, I attended Ilvermorny in Massachusetts. Over there I was a Thunderbird. But after everything went down after my 5th year, I helped my mom and the rest of the family move across NYC and looked at a school where I could do better so I could help my family more. That's when we found Beauregard and I managed to pass the entrance exam.


Now I'm in my final year. I've gotten really good at designing different kinds of weapons.  I especially have a real knack for guns. Not just Nomaj guns that kill, but different style of toy guns for my nieces and nephew to play with.  The Headmaster has noticed my knack and I've worked with him on a few different styles of weapons too. I'm hoping maybe after graduation I can work in the Ministry or something...