Getting hit on the head with a basketball
Type of Childhood
Someone else leaving like mom did
Erika's mother left after giving birth to the twins, Mateo and Oscar. She stayed until they were two years old – when Erika was six, Elias was eight, and Isak was ten. Erika doesn't remember much about her, hell, she doesn't even remember her name. She just remembers that Dad was heartbroken. She, Elias, and Isak were old enough to grasp the concept when their dad told them, and she's resented her mother for being such a coward and leaving ever since. Who would just walk out on their family like that?
Pshh. As if they needed her! Sure, dad was distraught in the beginning, and a lot of them were confused and had no idea what to do, but they figured it out! It was like a team effort. Everyone had their role to play around the house, and every single one of them was determined to succeed at what they were doing. Though after many disastrous attempts at cooking, the family agreed that maybe ordering take-out was the life for them. I mean, they didn't know it wasn't Erika's fault that the kitchen blew up when she was nine. She was frustrated so they thought she left something unattended, really, it was her fist sign of magic, and no one knew it yet. Something to note though: she's terrific at cooking. She despises how gender role that is but it's not like her family is letting her anywhere near the kitchen, ever since she blew it up (accidentally!). It's fine, her dad never blamed her for the accident.
That isn't to say they didn't have fun. On the contrary, game night and sports day were very prominent in her life. She grew up playing football, basketball, baseball... Name a sport and she can probably kick your ass at it. Her brothers used to be really protective of her and didn't want her playing because she's a girl and she might get hurt, but they soon learned that she's a very valuable asset to have on a team. Her favorite muggle sport is ice hockey.
When she turned eleven, the letter for the Durmstrang institute of magic arrived. They thought it was a prank and never paid it any mind. Then, someone came to the house dressed in funny looking clothes and explained the whole ordeal. Erika was a witch. She had magic. Aaaaand, she'd understand more if it weren't for the Quidditch Weekly magazine the stranger had in tow. He left it on their coffee table while talking to her dad (which she probably should've been listening to) and she started leafing through it. She fell in love with the moving pictures of this brand new sport and decided any world where she could do that was a world she wanted to be a part of. Her dad had to give her a short recap afterwards. Mom? A witch?
Surely seemed like it.
She was excited, obviously, and when she got to Durmstrang, she knew it was just the place for her. It was a tough environment. Nobody babied you or cut you any slack. She loved it. And there were loads of misogynistic trash just waiting to be proved wrong. She found her element. And now, apparently, they're going to Hogwarts this year for a tournament? Shame she can't join. She knows she would've killed it.
A Hogwarts champion won the tournament, obviously. Her year consisted mostly of wandering around the castle and deciding she liked this school better than her current one. Staircases that changed? Rooms that come and go? Talking paintings out in the open? Pesky ghosts? Fucking annoying, all of it, and she loved it. Talked to her dad and asked for a transfer, and now she's ready to attend school in Hogwarts, settling in Gryffindor, where the brave dwell at heart.