Physical Description: Hazel Eyes, Five feet tall, Thick Auburn hair, freckles, and a shy smile.

Mental Description: Fiona is generally a happy individual. She enjoys spending time with her parents in her hometown of Kilkenny, Ireland. Fiona enjoys learning about things she cares about; if it's trivial, she will have difficulty staying on task. Self-discipline is something she actively works towards achieving.

Biography: Fiona Sheehan, born July 24th, 2009, to her muggle parents in Killarney, Ireland. Fiona had spent most of her youth exploring the tourist town that she lived in with her family. Soaking up all the medieval architecture with her big hazel eyes. Objectively well-liked by her peers, Fiona had a lot of friends at her muggle school. However, there were times that she felt slightly out of place. She had different hobbies than her friends did. Her father, Samuel, and she would spend time walking along the beach in town. Fiona loved going downtown with her parents, her and her mother; Katherine would spend hours combing through every antique shop they could find. Fiona especially liked collecting vintage cauldrons. There was something special about them; they brought her a sense of fulfillment. Even she didn’t understand the magmatism between her and the cast iron vessels. By the time she was nine years old, she had managed to collect at least a dozen of them, all varying in size. Generally, Fiona enjoyed showing her treasures to her friends at school, and one day she was so excited to show them the newest cauldron in her collection.

First Instance of Magic: Fiona understood that most pre-teen girls didn't like going to antiquing with their mothers, let alone collect vintage cast-iron cauldrons. That was just a little weird for her friends to handle. One day at school, Fiona brought her newest cauldron to show her best friend, Andrea. The cauldron in question was realistically the size of an incense holder, but it had three legs and a handle, so it was a cauldron to Fiona.

Fiona met up with Andrea in the schoolyard before the start of school. With her small cauldron in her cardigan pocket, Fiona waited patiently before her friend got there. Just then, out of the corner of her eye, Fiona saw the school bully and their gaggle of sweaty pre-teen girls coming directly at her. This bully's name was Morgan. Morgan had usually left Fiona alone, but today that was not the case. Fiona got jostled around by the cronies and mocked by Morgan. Until finally, her cauldron flies out of her pocket, landing with a metallic clink, clink, clink. Morgan pushes Fiona away as she lunges forward, thwarting her attempts to grab her cauldron. Morgan picks up the cauldron and examines it.

" Is this for dolls? Do you still play with dolls, Sheehan?!" Fiona felt the air escape her, unable to speak or even move. She was frozen by the fear that not only would she be accused of playing with dolls in such an embarrassing manner, but she was also terrified of Morgan keeping her cauldron from her. The surrounding laughter of the group of girls only amplified the ringing that began in Fiona's ears. For a moment in time, Fiona saw that Morgan was speaking to her, mocking her and probably insulting her, but her hearing was muffled. Fiona kept her eyes on her small treasure in the hands of the mighty brute, Morgan. Fiona watched as Morgan raised her hand and the cauldron with all of her might. Fiona didn't break eye contact with the cauldron and watched as it flew through the air, almost as if in slow motion.

Morgan and her group of mean-spirited girls left Fiona in what seemed like a catatonic state. It was then that Fiona's friend Andrea walked over to Fiona. "Mate, I just saw what happened. I'm sorry, was that your new Cauldron? Morgan's a right prick." Andrea explained. At that moment, Andrea looked off into the distance with Fiona and saw the small cauldron hanging in mid-air. Fiona seemed to have frozen the cauldron right before it reached the fence of the schoolyard, and there it stayed until both girls walked over to the fence, right below the levitating cauldron. Fiona reached out her hand and snatched it from the still air. Both of the girls stood there in shock and disbelief. "Is this a dream?" Asked Fiona. "You're a superhero, Fiona!" encouraged Andrea. It wasn't a week later when Fiona got her acceptance letter from Hogwarts.

Though she was leaving behind her friend Andrea, Fiona was experiencing her first existential crisis. Who was she? Was she a freak or was she special? Would Andrea be able to keep her secret and her loyalty? After all, Fiona was the only witch in her family. At least the only one who was still alive.