I have long brown hair and golden eyes. I'm of medium height, so not too short or too tall.
I always react differently to difficulties. Sometimes my body freezes, other times it heats up. I think I'm anxious, but sometimes I calm down and tell myself to let go of what has to happen. I'd always lived with my Muggle mother because my father, who had been a wizard, died when I was very young. He didn't teach me anything about the wizarding world.

My life before Hogwarts was very monotonous and simple with no surprises. My family guided me toward what they felt was right for me. I'd always blamed them for their harshness, but now I understand the reason for their behavior.

The first time I was able to use magic was when I was 8 years old. I was still in elementary school when I had a very, very strict teacher. We were having a very difficult test and The teacher had finished handing out the tests to the whole class. The teacher had moved me to a seat near her desk because she thought I was copying from others. I was so angry that my paper caught fire and immediately the fire alarm went off so we left the school and skipped the test. So this created a lot of confusion for me.