Hi,
I'm Chems.

Yeah I know, it's a boy name. I'm used to this quick look toward my chest, "just to be shure". Well I don't blame you, my short black hair doesn't help and my parents like to tell everywhere that I spent my entire childhood with boys and frogs (I love frogs), sticking out my tongue to girls.
Long story short, my mom wanted to name me Chelsea (lame, if you ask me) which remind to my dad his frog he had at school, "Chems", and they ended up finding this will do a funny nickname. Well they hadn't foreseen that, with the stress of my big... release, my dad would write his old frog's name on my birth certificate.
So yeah, I have a boy name but for my family, it's a frog name too. Thanks dad.

Fortunately, dad didn't failed everything about me. He gave me this two grey eyes that everyone agrees telling they are my one spark. But other than that I have a quite boring body. Because of the time I spent outside, my skin isn't as white and smooth as other girls', the sun took this opportunity to gave me some freckles and my hair are brushed and shiny only the first hours of festival days. It used to be long until I had the "brilliant" revelation that I wouldn't have to take care of them if it was as short as the boys' one. I cut it off myself. Mom cried a bit this one day, telling I was such a stubborn raven when I get going, but it's thanks to her that it has now an acceptable shape. Me, I'm happy of it, it show my personality : stubborn, mom was right (mom is always right), but courageous too, definitely not girly and impulsive, on the edges.

Oh I forgot to tell you, mom is french, and muggle too. Dad met her on the continent, when she was completing her studies in history. Their first meeting wasn't as romantic as it could have been because dad saved her from a three headed dog he was chasing and they both finished the day covered in spit. But well... in love. Thus, dad chose to tell her about his world and his work, at the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures and a few years later... I came, 5th of March 2009, "Mardi gras" in France.

However, it's on a 5th of March that my magic first surface. A bit late, indeed, it was my 8th birthday and dad was starting to think I would never show any power. Mom and him were cooking pancakes in the kitchen for the occasion and I was in the garden when I saw Triton on the edge of the roof. We still don't know how he ended up right there, mom think it's the fault of Pan, dad's raven. Anyway, Triton was my frog and this idiot leaped from the roof, falling like a rock toward the ground. I really don't know how but just before he crashed on the grass, I stopped him. He was... floating in the air with his dumb eyes sparking of joy. It lasted a few seconds and he landed smoothly. Since this day, Triton is under high surveillance and dad gets in the lead he has to teach me how to fly on a broom. And well... I love it!