I am a beautiful little girl, as my adoptive father has said all the time. I have natural dark brown hair and emerald eyes, which is my biological father's.

Generally, I am fine. I sometimes have to deal with anxiety and anger because of my loss in the past. Nonetheless, I find hope in the dark. Thus, I can be so petimistic occasionally but I also have a good sense of humor.

My biological parents went missing when I was about 6. It was a mysterious case which none of the aurors have found out who had commited that crime and what was their purpose to do it. As a kid, I can't remember all of the memories, but I never forget that they had always kissed me on my forehead before going to bye-byes and at the night they disappeared, they still kissed me and said that they always loved me. It was odd, I know, but at that time I didn't think about that much. And, when I woke up the following day, they were nowhere to be found. I had been crying and yelling for hours, not knowing whether they would come back home or not to calm me. However, their best friend - Mattheo Lovens - has become my adoptive father and I can tell that he loves me very much. He is a caring man and always treats me like I'm a princess (not at all but I'm still his princess). I'm not an outgoing girl so I don't have multiple friends during my childhood. Still, I got myself a small group of besties and we spend time together every time we can. Also, I live in a manor which I went into from my parents. At the present I'm living with my adoptive father though he also has another big old house too. He is a powerful pureblood wizard and he said that he first met and made friends with my parents when they were all little kids. They were childhood friends. That's why he loves me unconditionally, since I bear a strong resemblance of my parents. Moreover, money is not the matter they ever have to worry about. As pureblood wizards, they have countless fortune and know how to enrich it. At the present, my father and I live with some house elves and I really adore them. The house elves have been my good friends since the very first day I knew them. T

I was 3 then. A thief broke into our house without knowing that we're all pureblood wizards and witches. My parents were both sleeping and the thief found me crying at my room. I was so loud that he decided at the drop of a hat to throw me out of the window. But his attempt to murder me was unsuccessful. Magically, I floated on air. Then, my parents woke up (Magically again, as if there was a telepathy going among us but unfortunately, there was none. They were just bothered by the noise I made.). That thief immediately got kicked right in the face by my father and my dear mother caught me before I fell out of the window and really died. That was an interesting and somehow funny memory but thinking of it makes me miss them so much.