Names are merely formalities, made to distinguish faces from the rest of the world. Mine fits its purpose just like any other, acts as a label to seperate my identity from that of others.

Fortunately for me, it doesn't sound like crap either.

Evelia. I live in good ol' smog-filled Los Angeles, and am an obsessive lover of all things pertaining to the wonderful world of Harry Potter. It's odd, really. It took so much convincing from my older sister's part for me to even pick up Sorceror's Stone, being a firm devotee of Anne Rice, Poe, Stephen King, Clive Barker and such. Harry Potter? God, she must been joking. That's a child's game. Little did I know that this one book would trigger a series of events so...in the risk of sounding absolutely tacky, life changing, that I would soon find myself becoming just one more Potter zombie out in the world wide web's fandom.

Indeed. I quickly conceived a particular interest in a certain House. And a perticular person in it.

Slytherin. The house of the cunning, the quick-witted, the ambitous and sly. It has produced more Dark Wizards than any other house at Hogwarts, but it also molds some of the more...brilliant minds as well.

Which brings me to my second point. Head of Slytherin, Master of Potions. You know of whom I speak of. That velvet voice, which can cut through one's thoughts or feelings with the quickness and efficiency of a sharpened blade of steel. Those long and slender hands, experienced and precise when handling his precious concoctions, whether they be a simple Pepper-Up or something much more sinister. Those eyes of the darkest shade, a black so penetrating it brings shivers down any student's back were they to meet them in their most menacing of moments, able to give glares so cold and so threatening they are said to burn right through your soul. Yes, Professor Snape catches my attention like few characters do, an interest I strongly doubt I'll lose anytime soon, if ever at all.

(Not to mention Mr. Alan Rickman is one of my favorite actors, and is one of the most inspiring figures in my life, even if he himself does not know it)

Besides Severus, I also (ironically) love Sirius Black. He has a depth and past so engaging, I sometimes find myself wondering if he isn't perhaps a person trapped within the pages of a book, J.K. having cast him into an eternal state of imprisonment, chained to printed letters and words that cannot begin to describe what goes inside his mind. This goes for Severus as well, although we know even less about him than we do about Black. Rather quaint, don't you think? The Professor's been in all four books, Black in two, and we know more of the latter than we know of the other.

Besides Harry Potter, I also love to paint and write my own stories, short for now but growing steadily longer. I absolutely love to toy with the English language, and delight my own self by learning a few new words a day. When it comes to painting, I have merely teased the brushes so far. I am more comfortable with charcoal and simple lead, or even ink drawings. However, I really want to get accustomed to everything from water colors to acrylics. One step at a time, I suppose.

There's not much more to say, really. In the words of the great TextualSphinx: You read to the end? Congratulations on your endurance, and thank-you!

I wholly agree ;].