At 11 years old, I stand at 5'5, getting my height from my mother's side. I'm mixed race, with light brown or tan skin. I've got a rather lanky figure, some describing me as "Slender Man's long lost brother." I've got dark brown short curly hair, but in certain lighting it looks black, paired with dark brown eyes. I got my teeth from my mum, gapped, but evenly spaced. While I've always been insecure about them, I've been told they fit my face. Speaking of, I have a lean face, with a sharp jawline, my nose slightly larger than average, but it works well with my other facial features. Paired with my large hands, clumsy, but good with a piano, I take my mother's tall, lean, figure.

I've always been more on the quiet side out in public, I hold strong opinions but very rarely do I express them surrounded by a crowd. I've never been intentionally funny, my sense of humor shining through in unplanned moments. Alone with friends, I become a different person entirely, cracking loud jokes, and dancing wildly to songs.

I grew up in a magical family, but heavily guarded. I lived in a muggle surrounded area, so while I knew magic existed, I rarely saw my parents do anything but a quick spell while I was around. My mum works in the Ministry, working to "obliviate" muggle's memories if they saw or heard of any magical business. My mother works in much more mysterious matters in the Ministry of Magic, occasionally coming home with poorly concealed cuts or bruises, but I never thought much of it.

My first experience with magic was something I'll never forget. My mother had come home rather late, but I had stayed to wait for her, wanting to show her one of my school projects. When she walked into the room, 9 year old me ran over to her, eager to show her what I had done, but was distracted when I noticed a slight bruise on my mothers hand. She very rarely came home with open scars or bruises so I figured it must of been a rather stressful day for her, as she almost always remembered to heal them so she didn't worry me. Knowing she was tired, and wanting to help in any way I could I remember lightly placing a hand on her hand, and feeling a strange sensation come over me. It was like nothing I've ever felt. The air around me felt lighter, and easier to breath, but I was quickly snapped back into reality when my mother knelt down to take a closer look at her now less noticeable bruise. That was my first experience with my own conjured magic.