I couldn’t live to not be myself. Even in the Medieval ages, I was open about my preferences. When I realized that during what would have equated to my third year in Hogwarts, it felt like another wedge to distance myself from Uther. The man was notorious for hiding anything different. The fact that I had magic made it his prerogative to ensure that no one really knew about me. I was merely a tapestry on the wall. 