Beth Merryweather is an 11-year-old girl who lived on the outskirts of London with her mother, Jane, and her father, Thomas. She lived a quaint life, residing in a rather small house with only 2 bedrooms, which Beth knew was due to financial strain but her parents were always good at diverting her attention if the topic ever came up. Even through this, though, she can't think of living any other way, which was why she was especially shocked when her Hogwart's acceptance letter flew through the letterbox.

She can remember staring at it for hours, pure confusion painted all over her face. Sure, she knew about her mother being a witch and all but why her? She hadn't noticed anything overly strange happening. Sure, a couple of toasters would decide to spark electrical charge if she was around them for a while or the odd lampshade would flicker on and off if she stared it for long enough but in her mind all that was random chance. She purposefully chose to ignore the very first time she showed her magic. So she can count it up to coincidence. Yet there she was, letter laying on her bed before her and the niggling thoughts in the back of her mind that herself -Beth Merryweather- was truly meant to get that letter.

The first time Beth's magic showed she had just turned 10 and was sitting on the sofa watching the tiny television with her parents. She was just doing her homework for her muggle primary school whilst watching animal documentaries. She found they relaxed her- but it wasn't working this time. She was straining over a particularly mean sum when a surge of annoyance bubbled up from her stomach to the tips of her scalp. She let out a rather large groan before flicking her angry eyes from her paper to the television when suddenly unplugged itself and smashed onto the floor. They were in shock for a moment before Beth's Mother gave out a squeal of delight. Her baby had proved she was a witch! Thomas, not so much. He had to try and fix it and to this day there is still a cracked screen and badly placed electrical tape wrapped around it.

As an eleven-year-old girl, Beth stands at a quite small height of four feet eight with quite a slim build which she gets from her Mother. She finds it rather annoying- wanting to be taken seriously yet having most people look down on you giving you an almost condescending look. Beth hates condescending looks. Having an almost English rose look about her, she has pale skin with rosy cheeks and raven hair, which she usually styles into a practical ponytail ending just before the very end of her neck. With her wanting to give a go at anything nature, you can guarantee that said ponytail would be almost falling out by the end of the day. Freckles dot her nose and cheeks and a small dimple on her left cheek can be seen when she flashes someone a genuine smile.