Physical Description: My skin is very pale probably because I spend most of my days in my room reading about Hogwarts past before the wizarding war. My hair is red but I am not Irish. My eyes are blue and, on some days, they seem nearly black and some say you can get lost in them. All in all, I am a small witch but my will to proof myself make up for it.

Mental Description: I would say I am very motivated and interested in becoming an Herbalist and Potion Mistress and therefor I love to read and explore my surroundings. I love to read all kind of books about potential potions, elixirs and ingredients in honour for the most brave man and potions master Hogwarts ever had. I wish I was able to meet him but I never got the chance before the last battle took place. I would have had so many questions about him and his work. I can imagine he would have hated me.

Biography: I am one of eight children my parents have, being born as the seventh one with my twin brother Eric. Still I am the only one in whose veins runs the magical blood of my mother. We live in Norwich where my dad and older brothers run a whisky distillery while my mother owns a small fabric and tailoring shop. She´s the fastest dressmaker in town though only we know her magical secret. We all were raised outside the wizarding world, but mother told us everything we must know. My siblings of course soon lost their interest, but it was mother and I who often made trips to Diagon Ally to find new books, mostly historical ones about Hogwarts and the wizarding war and biographies. She´s proud and happy to have another witch in her family and is looking forward to receive an owl about my time and experiences in Hogwarts.

First Instance of Magic: My mother wasn´t quiet sure if I had magic within me based on the fact that all my other siblings simply hadn´t inherited her bloodline but she told me one day that it hadn´t snowed the whole winter and the day before Christmas we all put up the Christmas tree and decorated it. I looked outside the window and was still disappointed and sad that there would be no white Christmas this year and in this moment my dad, the Christmas tree and our whole living room was covered in wonderful white fluffy snow which Eric and I loved and made a mess throwing snowballs at my oldest brother Daniel. Mother was extremely happy with me other than my father who had to clean everything up. Fortunately, she knew the right spell to help him before the snow melted.