I am quite tall for my age, I have long brown hair, and blue eyes, I have a kind smile, and slight blush. Very pretty! My hair is wavy, and thick.

I am kind, friendly, very imaginative, and want the best for people, I am clever, I love helping people!

I am a pureblood, and have my fair blonde haired 10 year older sister, and my parents, who are wizards, we are wealthy, though we are kind, and do not brag about money. I love my family, almost too much!

Growing up in our centuries-old house in the English countryside, I wanted magic to be as natural as breathing. Being a proud pureblood family, my older sister had already mastered jinxes, and spells, which she loved using to snatch my favorite adventure novels right out of my hands. I was very jealous of her magic. I spent every spare moment buried in thick history volumes and magical tales. One rainy afternoon, she teased me by levitating my book all the way up to the highest bookshelf in the library. Now, I realise she was just making me annoyed, but for a good reason, she was trying to make me make magic. But back then, as a jealous 10 year old, who was frustrated and desperate to finish my chapter, I only thought of my hatred for this girl who had taunted me and made me so jealous. I never meant to use magic. It was an accident. But, with a sudden burst of warmth in my chest, my sister was thrown across the room, and the book zipped clean off the shelf and flew straight into my lap.