I am an 11 year old, half-blood witch; father a wizard, mother a muggle. I wear gold hoop earrings daily, except when on the soccer field, and have rich, brown hair. I have emerald green eyes and braces (hoping to get them off soon). The doctor considers me average height, but I happen to be shorter than all my classmates except two.

I am a very clever, quick-witted girl, in my opinion, who thinks of ways to get through everything. I push myself to do my best and try hard. I am hoping that Quidditch is just as fun as soccer is at home, and if so, I hope to make the house team! I have ADHD but I am very brave and tend to not let symptoms of fear show.

At home, I go to Brookwood Middle School where I have a small, medium sized friend group. My closest friends are Marley Guatalipa, who I have been best friends with since kindergarten, Patrica and Petunia Peters (they are identical twin sisters, both french-horn players in the school band), and Douglas Harvey, captain of the debate team (all of my friends are muggles). I played soccer for the middle school team when I was still going there, I was defense.

When I was 10 and at my friend Marley's house in England, her mother (muggle) was mopping. I slipped on the wet floor, got irritated, and threw the mop bucket across the hall with my anger by accident, not even thinking about it, I just looked that direction and it flew across the hall. Water went flying everywhere, it was like a hurricane. Her mother was furious and called my parents due to my lack of explanation. When they got there they said they were very sorry and would deal with me when we all got home. However, they just explained that I must be a witch considering the circumstances of how it happened and that my father is a wizard. From there on out, I was extremely eager to get my letter.