KAMATEROS, aitne xerxes

Easy enough, writing is fine because I don't have to say a word. And no, my choice mutism does not affect my ability to cast spells, considering that, yes I can speak. I just choice not to. No it is not selective mutism. Well, maybe it is, but I will deny that fact. Honestly, I just do not speak when I do not need to. Meaning social gatherings are quite silent and awkward, even with a small amount of alcohol I will usually just end up staring at you. Silently judging you, because I probably don't care.

I'm a muggle born. Parents are both in the political field, my older sister is wll on her way and I'm pretty certain my parents couldn't be more than happy about it. I on the other hand was invited to attend a wizarding school at the age of eleven. Woo! Whatever that meant. Witches and Wizards? They're not freakin' real. Though at the same time I did enjoy taunting my sister without actually having to go near her. Hogwarts it was and now I am here. Seems to be the story for a lot of the students doesn't it?

Anyway. No one is really interested in my school life story. It's at home where it gets really good. Apparently I'm a doormat. I used to talk and sing all the time, but apparently adults don't care for a seven year old's painfully terrible voice. Which I'm sure it wasn't as bad as they had thought it to be. So when I was eight years old I decided that I would never talk again, unless I absolutely needed to. There was no point. They weren't listening, it was all about Ilinka all the time. After all she was the oldest. I'm pretty sure that when I hit eleven and I was invited to join Hogwarts, Cicero and Luciana we more than happy to get rid of me.

I didn't talk, I never said a word, they didn't know what I was thinking. Had always thought that I was rude. That I was doing this to punish them. It wasn't. Maybe it is selective mutism. Because frankly, I just don't really care.

Actions. Speak. Louder.