Updated city: Newmarket, England (cannot find where to update city)

Physical Description: Average height for an 11-year-old. Short, dark hair. Somewhat chubby and stocky. Blue eyes. Friendly face.

Mental Description: Quiet and shy, but friendly and has a love for animals and nature. Can have episodes of anger when seeing someone, person or animal, being mistreated.

Biography: Simple, quiet life being raised by my Muggle mother and maternal grandparents. My father passed early in my life and he was a wizard. Grew up in the countryside near a farm that raised cattle and horses.

First Instance of Magic: I've always had an affinity towards animals. They've always been attracted to me. I can go anywhere and they always calmly approach me. It was summer a few years ago, I was only eight years old at the time. I was near our neighbor's horse pasture when I noticed a lame horse. My mother was with me. His leg wasn't broken, just sore and obviously injured. I really don't know what happened; the horse was limping towards me. I climbed the fence and walked towards him. He was a beautiful sorrel gelding. I touched his back left leg that he was favoring and I just gently held it... and then it was fine. Horse didn't react in any negative way; he just threw his head back and whinnied and started prancing around me. His leg was fine. No obvious injuries noted. To this day I can't explain what happened. To this day, the horse is fine with no signs his back leg was ever hurt.