My name is Illianna Mercedes Evans-Potter-Snape-Slytherin-Gaunt-Riddle, yes, rather long, I know. I am a moody, I REPEAT, moody Slytherin female with an attitude that I know how to use. I am the daughter of Tom Malvolo Riddle, A.K.A, Lord Voldemort, and Lily Evans, yes, a shocker, but you know what, frack off or I'll Avada Kadavra your arse! I'm a normally calm person, but when angered, very dangerous. Ever heard the saying 'Silent but Deadly' (Not when people are talking about gasses exiting through their rump, you idiots), I invented it, I'm not a very out-going person, but i'll kill you when provoked. My hair is black, copper brown, ash blonde, and red mixed in together, it's shoulder length and in about three different lengths, I stand at 5'4" and weigh around... what? You think I'M going to tell you? No, not a chance in Hell. As I've said, I'm in Slytherin, but only because I'm a descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself. My 'best friends', you could call them, are Arachne Sapphire Snape and Sonna Flow. Arachne is the daughter of Severus Snape and Lily Evans, yet she's from another dimension type thing, you'll have to ask her, she also one of these fanfiction.net accounts, though I won't tell you it. Sonna is the granddaughter of Dumbledore, don't ask how. They are in Slytherin along with myself. I specialize in the Dark Arts and Potions and tank at Herbology. Proffesor Sprout is making me take tutoring lessons from the mumbling bafoon of a Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom, it's hard to understand anything he says. I might want to stop talking now, I think I might be boring you to death, though it would be hilarious to see you rotting away in front of your computer screens eating tubs and tubs of ice cream and becoming fatter than mine, Harry, and Arachne's cousin Dudley, the fat oaf. It would also be amusing to see you choke on your spoon and die from 'Death of Spoon Choking', I laugh at your muggle stupidity! Well, I'll leave you be now.

Good-Bye For Now,

Illianna Mercedes Evans-Potter-Snape-Slytherin-Gaunt-Riddle

P.S: For all of you who make fun of my name, a tiny kitten dies at the tip of my father's wand.