I am a 4-foot 5- inch white female. I have hazel/ blue eyes and white hair. My hair is white due to a genetic disorder named albinism, although my skin has normal pigment my hair does not. My father wanted to use magic to make my hair normal but my mother wanted me to make that decision when I was older so they kept my hair white. I love my white hair, its unique just for me. I like to wear leather clothing and dark colors. Even though my mother is against it, she still said I have class because I dress for success.

I am a very independent girl, I don't usually ask for help because I don't like feeling vulnerable to anyone which is why I enjoy being alone. I am ambitious and strong, I stand up for what I think is right and I stand my ground no matter how many times I get pushed around.

I have dreamed of becoming a Witch for as long as I can remember.

I have a Muggle mother and a Wizard father. My mother is a stay at home mom and she is the best mom I could ever ask for. She knows me the best even when I think I don't know myself. My father on the other hand is like my best friend, he always makes time for me even when he is working. He has a muggle job, he works with computers but he sometimes visits the ministry to work with a friend of his. I have one older brother named Edward he is 3 years older than me. We sometimes call him Goose as a nickname. Some of his schoolmates called him goose during a track meet because he started chasing them. I enjoy being with my brother even though he is quite annoying. I don't have many friends in my home life only two close ones. I'm the best advice giver friend. I have a pet dog, Davey. I enjoy playing soccer "a muggle sport" and reading books mostly the ones I find in my father's office. I consider myself an old soul because I love everything that's old fashioned, like classic clothing and furniture.

I accidentally did underage magic when I was 8. Some schoolmates in my neighborhood came over and asked me to hangout. I knew them because we were in the same class, I was surprised that they were asking me to hang out because some think I'm weird. We went to the nearby playground and they asked if I wanted to go on the monkey bars and of course, I agreed. I went first over the bars and when I turned around they were gone, I got an overwhelming amount of pain in my chest full of anger and betrayal. When I found them later I exploded at them, all that anger made them fly backward and the playground was a mess. They never talked to me again.

- Edroma Calamity