Collins, Elizabeth Jane

Elizabeth comes from a pureblood family. Both her parents went to Hogwarts, and so did their parents before them. The Collins family is known to be a pureblood family, and everyone in it has been placed in Slytherin so far... She grew up in a rather rich household, and being the only child, it's safe to say she was spoiled. Eliza showed little interest in the muggle world, and was infatuated with magic and everything connected it. Her parents weren't shy about it either, and didn't hold back on feeding in to her lust for magical knowledge.

First year was complicated. Of course, she was placed in Slytherin and everyone in her family was absolutely ecstatic, and so was she. The nasty attitudes the Slytherin's displayed... she didn't like, though her parents didn't seem to understand what she meant, of course they too had sour personalities when they attended Hogwarts as well. But she didn't let it ruin her experience. Eliza focuses on her school work, and school activities more than anyone, which has given her the title of a smart ass or know it all, but she ignores it all the same.


"And what if I don't get put in Slytherin house?" the young girl asked, face to face with her father who was kneeled down before her. "Does it matter? Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw would all do just fine if you ask me."

Her mother made a face, and her father shook his head. "You will be placed in Slytherin. There isn't a Collins in history that hasn't been, so stop worrying," he assured. "Now hurry, or you'll miss the train."

Without another word, Eliza headed for the train, and stepped on, her parents watching her until she disappeared. Slytherin this, Slytherin that... why does it matter? she thought, and started down the train's corridor, looking for an open compartment, specifically one where she could sit alone. There was a lot to think about. What classes was she taking? What house was she going to be in? Blah, blah, blah. Actually, it was all she'd been thinking about for months... no, years. 

Hogwarts would be where she belonged, not boring like the old muggle world. This would be different, it had to be. Finally, Eliza found an open compartment, and slid the door open, closing it behind her once she was inside. Letting out a sigh, the brunette sat down on the left seat, and looked out the window. The train jerked into motion just as she seated herself, and the station began to pass by. The English Countryside was beautiful, but she barely had enough time to savor it as she fell asleep.