Physical Description: I have dark brown curly hair, falling down to her shoulders, black eyes, plump lips, straight nose and usual for a girl of my age complection.

Mental Description: I am a sociable girl, but have only a couple of real friends. Can't do one thing for a long time. Most of all, I love music and singing. I can keep a grudge against someone for a long time, but I will not tell about it. I do not worry much about studying and calmly treat failures, but I can hardly bear problems with close people. I am interested in the life of Muggles and dream of working in the Ministry of Magic in the future.

Biography: I am from a pure-blood family. I have a younger sister, Charlotte, and an older brother, Edward, who is studying at the 3rd year of Hogwarts. My mother works in a bookstore at Diagon Alley, and my father makes brooms. A couple of generations ago, the ancestors of my family moved from South America to Scotland to the city of Aberdeen in search of a better life and they found it. My family is very friendly and close-knit, we have a tradition to visit a new city in the UK every summer. We live in a small house with a beautiful garden, on the outskirts of the city. I have two friends from my neighborhood, they are also witches, but a year younger than me. All 11 years before Hogwarts, I was waiting for the moment when I will receive a letter, especially the last three years, because my brother told me a lot of interesting things.

First Instance of Magic: The first manifestation of magic happened to me when I was 7. One summer, the parents decided to improve the territory of the house and were busy with trees in the front yard, so they left three children - me, 10-year-old Edward and 2-year-old Charlotte to play nearby in the garden. Charlotte was sleeping in a chair in the shade of the trees, while Edward and me were playing with a ball - throwing it to each other and hitting it back. Everything was fine until one moment. Edward did not reach the ball flying at him with his hands so he decided to hit it with his foot, which was a mistake. The ball abruptly flew with great speed towards little Charlotte. There was no doubt that the ball would bring great pain to her. It was not possible to stop the ball in any way. I only managed to shout "No!" in a loud, frightened voice, which caused the ball to fall to the ground like a heavy stone at the same second, not reaching Charlotte a few centimeters. Edward and me ran to our younger sister, and a minute later our parents were with us.I told them what had happened and my mother explained that this was my first manifestation of magic, caused by a strong emotion of fright for Charlotte.