WALSH, kameron oliver

Kameron isn't your typical snake, in fact at this point in time he belongs more in a house other than the one that he finds himself in... or at least that's what he believes. He is a curious soul, always exploring and following his curiosity as opposed to listening to what his brain was telling him to do. This curiosity only adds to his malleable nature. A nature which comes from his innocence and willingness to trust. He has never drunk or explored any sort of darker path, some of these things will come with time, but otherwise he is a naive young man who sees the best side of the world... most of the time.

Kameron is naturally a meek child, so one could expect him to be more quiet and shy than the average thirteen year old. He caves easily to peer pressure and simply wants to impress those he meets... especially given the fact that he had been abandoned by his biological parents. Beneath this quiet and obedient facade though lies a rather intelligent being ready to use whatever is around him to achieve the ends that he desires... and does well in his classes without much effort.

I was a question to the world, abandoned on the steps of a magical orphanage when I was strong enough to survive the cold of the night. My story was much happier than some of my peers though. I was an orphaned baby who found a home. I was adopted by a pureblooded family as one of their own, a couple who had been trying for years to have a child of their own. I was the only child they ever thought to adopt, and apparently it was love at first cry… they didn’t even need to see me before they knew that they had to return home with me.

Growing up as an only child meant that I got spoiled as a child. I got most of the toys that I wanted. I didn’t have to share my toys. I got to attend Quidditch matches with my father figure and yell my head off watching my favourite players as they zip back and forth across the pitch doing what Professional Quidditch players did best, although I never really let my family’s wealth get to my head. I always managed to have a level head when it came to that sort of stuff.

I was six when I showed my first sign of magic. My parents… my adopted parents that is… had traveled to South west India on a work trip and brought me with them, but during one of our trips through a local market I found myself ensnared by a Boa. People around me stared petrified, and all I could remember was begging the snake not to bite me… I had been so scared, I was shaking and could have sworn I had been speaking in English, except for the testimony of my parents trying to explain their deathly faces at the hisses and slurs that had left my mouth.

It had become apparent on that day that not only was I a Parselmouth… a trait believed to only be passed down the bloodline of the Great Salazar Slytherin himself… but I was also a wizard. The rest of that trip passed rather uneventfully, although it became more of a teaching and learning trip as opposed to a trip for us to relax and bond as a modern family. Things in our house did become a bit more intense from that day forward however, almost as if they were concerned about what they had gotten themselves into.

During the summer of my eleventh birthday I finally recieved my Hogwarts letter... it was both a sad and exciting time for my parents. The little boy they had raised would finally be learning to take his rightful place within the magical world... but in order to do that he would have to leave the house. There would be no more happy giggles to be heard seven days a week. No more sounds of explorative play. No more cooking dinner for three mouths. It was that emotional moment that struck my mother as she waved farewell to me whilst aboard the train before collapsing into a ball of tears into the chest of my father.

During the train ride to Hogwarts I found myself fantasising over what house colours would soon adorn my black robes. I had never even thought about being sorted into Slytherin, yet when the hat had been placed upon my head it had mentioned something about a rightful place before belting out the house of snakes. I never did quite understand what it had meant by that, for the last two years I have felt like an outcast within my own house... picked on by older members... laughed at by my dormmates... called a weakling... I never have felt like I belonged... but something feels different about the year that is approaching... and I just can't seem to put a finger upon why that is.