So, I thought it would be good for some of you, that I step a few steps back. I wasn't always that stupid and direct. In the beginning, I couldn't even talk right... just because of the fear to do things wrong.

That trauma came from my biological family, who had an abusive kind of teaching disciplines, what should us bring back to my methods of teaching others disciplines, but in a very more friendly way than my biological family.

They teached me with curses and many blood I lost over the years living in their house.

I teach others by transform them into the animal I think they should be. Well, as a teacher like me, it is clearly forbidden, but most of the time I forget about that part and one time, I really turned a student into a frog. Don't worry, I turned him back, after I saw Minervas look.

Coming back to the trauma thing, I should tell you I lived by my family for eleven years. Then I arrived at Hogwarts and met Albus, at that time a young not bad looking guy, who was alone most of the time. Maybe it's only because of him, that I lived after the eleven years, or just because he walked with me to the headmaster and made sure I get a room for the whole year, even if it was already a privilege to stay over christmas. But somehow the headmaster was fine with it and I stayed in Hogwarts for a very long time.

Over the years with Albus, I became happier and I grew to a open minded, strong and clever Hufflepuff. Sometimes I think, it was destiny that I met Albus. If I didn't, then I would be dead by first year, just because I wasn't sort into Slytherin like my whole family.