I was born to Caitlín Eliot and Finlay Whitacre Senior on July 26th along with my six siblings. I was born and raised in a Muggle and Magical community of Kettering.
My first sign of having magic came when I was three years old. I wanted to get some children's book from the top shelf. Don't ask me how it got there. I wanted it so bad I actually started to cry when it suddenly was in my hands.
My mother is a Dark Witch. This, caused her to leave us when we were only two years old. My father desperately wanted to follow her, for he was in love with her. She refused it telling him that it was all for the best. She left, leaving my father heart-broken. I don't think he ever was the same after that.
My father, started to surround himself with women. When he first started I had know idea who these many different personages were all the same person, My mother. She convinced me when I was ten years old. She was under the pseudonym of Helen Gilbert. She showed me a diary that she kept. Once when I was very little, peeked inside of it. Which is why she showed me it. From then one, I had no doubt in my mind that she was my mother.
From my first to third year, I attended Koldovstoretz with my other six siblings. Before the school year started, I learned all that I could of the language there. I don't really like it much though. At Koldovstoretz, I always sat near the back of the classroom, paying attention yet never participating. Near the end of our third year we got a letter saying that we were accepted to transfer over to Hogwarts. I was semi-excited.