Physical Description: Johanna seems to have inherited her height from both her parents, as she is already 150 cm tall and only just 11 years old. Her curly, mousy hair reaches her shoulder blades, but it would likely be longer if she straightened it. She does not direct too much attention to her hair yet, and it often looks tangled. She is never seen with her hair tied up, unless it is made mandatory for class. Freckles on her button nose sometimes spread over her cheekbones when the sun kisses her. Her thin lips and liquid doe eyes often make her biased grandparents declare she is the most wonderful little girl on this earth. Unlike her grandmother, Rosy, Johanna looks quiet and amenable.

Mental Description: Johanna is often described as an agreeable young girl. Her grandparents made sure she received a good education and pride themselves on her good manners and upstanding upbringing. It is said she would do well in polite society. At first glance, she does appear shy and quiet, but once Jo has put her trust in those nearby, she reveals herself as a lively and amusing girl. She is the friendly type and enjoys making new acquaintances, although being outgoing requires considerable effort from her. Defending her friends is very important to Johanna, and she is resolutely loyal. Her friends say her laugh is infectious, as she snorts when she cackles too loudly. She is also a terrible liar, and her nose will twitch every time she makes an attempt. Exceptionally driven, she takes her academic work seriously and wants to make both her parents proud of her. She craves knowledge and cannot wait to be admitted to Hogwarts. The only class she dreads is Flying because she is afraid of heights. She otherwise shows initiative and takes it from her father. Johanna sometimes got in trouble in her community preparatory school for having a terrible appreciation of time; it is not uncommon that she does not know which day of the week this is and she considers her remembrall a real lifesaver.

Biography: From the very instant her daughter had opened her eyes, Johanna’s mother knew her little girl would fulfill her with bliss. Her first cry had lit up the room as only the sun could. Soon after the birth, Sybelle and Madoc Roberts had taken her home to Camden Town, where the happily married couple lived in a rather narrow but tall building for a house. No Muggle eyes had ever laid upon its brick walls, as they were warded by repelling spells. Rosy and Richard Roberts, Madoc’s parents, would help early with Johanna’s upbringing. As her father had recently been promoted Master Healer at St Mungo’s hospital, he was swiftly called back to its patients’ bedsides. Sybelle’s work as an Herbologist frequently took her far from London to her parents’ estate in the countryside, where most of her powerful herbs and rare plants were being grown for various purposes. Instead of bringing their granddaughter to their own estate in Sussex, Rosy and Richard often came and resided with her in Camden Town to offer some stability to the girl. They did not mean for their only grandchild to grow up alone nor to miss out on the opportunities of spending quality time with her parents when her mother came back to the city and her father was released from his duty. The little girl grew up happy and never shied away from the city when she was allowed outside. She found Muggles to be terribly funny to be around and loved how much they made Nana Rosy uncomfortable. As far as she could remember, Johanna especially enjoyed watching these bizarre people with colorful hairstyles and their music play from an easy distance. She was the curious type, and curiosity had killed the Kneazle, Nana Rosy liked reminding her. Her inquiring mind found solace in the numerous books she was always gifted as presents. Knowledge was something to share, or so she was taught from an early age. It was not a surprise Jo beamed with happiness when she received a visit from a particular owl on her birthday. Finally, she would follow in the footsteps of every witch and wizard in her family and hop on the Hogwarts Express. Finally, she had received her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sure enough, she would miss a few friends she had made in her community school, but most of them had already declared their invitation to attend months ago.

First Instance of Magic: Various outbursts of magic had made the Quill of Acceptance rise and falter. None had been strong enough to decide neither the Quill nor the Book of Admittance to write her name until a few months after her sixth birthday. Johanna had challenged her father’s authority in entering his office without supervision. He kept his most precious books and studies on all sorts of shelves and inside wooden boxes that looked at you with wizard-like eyes. Bored on a summer evening, the little girl had sneaked out of her bedroom and managed to open the door that no one had bothered to lock. Madoc Roberts was a tired father and worker. He had spent most of his nights healing a band of music players. The artists had been harmed by their own enchanted instruments after they had insulted their melodic tone one too many nights. His midnight hair was turning salt and pepper by the second. He was distracted and beat, and so he had forgotten to cast a locking charm. Johanna remembered running around in the confined room she had found exhilarating. Her little eyes were ravenous, and it seemed she could have read every title of every volume on every single shelf. She was not exactly the mischievous sort, and because of this, Johanna lacked self-control when she indulged. Her small fingers traced the title on the spine of a book that rested innocently on her father’s desk. It suddenly burst open and started screaming at her. Jo regrettably stepped back into a towering shelf, which immediately started to crash down upon her. Orbs made of clear crystal, enormous books bound with thick leather, opaque glass phials, and sharp items started raining down on her as the solid wood fell on its own. Johanna had screamed and tried to cover herself with her hands, but not one single piece had touched her. She had tumbled and closed her eyes, and when she opened them, her father was looking at her by the door. Jo was sitting in a circle that was almost perfectly drawn with books and other possibly dangerous things she was not allowed to touch. Her father was naturally furious, but he had not told her off. Pride illuminated his green eyes instead.