As this is a joint account shared by my colleague (the Maude half of our little equation) and I, we found it easiest to split this into sections, the first being mine. My name is, by all intense purposes, Mildred. I am currently sixteen years old, but generally I find myself keeping the company of an older, more finely cultured crowd. Bios are always completely awkward, and there is seemingly never a way to get out the "boasting about yourself" bit. In regards to education, at this point in time I find the mediums employed by my current state of affairs to be entirely droll and lacking in structure. That is not to say that my marks do or do not suffer, merely that I find myself time and time again wholly unmotivated. I believe that knowledge is obtained most efficiently through practice. In other words, I would very simply like to get the fuck out.

My Hogwarts House, as you may have surmised, is that of Slytherin. I take great pride in the practices of the noble court, though my calculating manner has been known to slip into that of brash, impulsive Gryffindor's from time to time. In this aspect, it is not entirely surprising to find that I often take great pleasure in breaking the rules and jarring the masses, and often am forced to take great pains to do so. I live in a wholly unsatisfying, insubordinate Muggle town leading a life of general disdain in an underwhelmed state. That will most surely change soon.

I am a patron of the arts, despite my disgust of a wild percentage of the human populace, and I throw myself into my work wholeheartedly. Whether my medium be clay, paint, or ink, I will undoubtedly be covered in it by the end of the day. Music is altogether too intimate for me to even begin to explain. Simply know it is there, and that it has its fiery tentacles wrapped about me.

Undoubtedly, you will find my counterpart infinitely more engaging. Adieu,

Mildred.