Physical Description: Willow is 146 cm tall and has an average build for an 11-year-old. Her eyes are a colour somewhere between blue and green, and has prescription glasses but opts for contacts instead.

Her goal when dressing herself is to look presentable, and nothing more. So her daily look consists of her school clothes, a little bit of make-up, and some silver studs for her ears. Out of school she'll look the same, but instead of the uniform she'll wear a hoodie and some jeans, plus a pair of worn-out sneakers.

Mental Description: Willow is generally a quiet girl, and uses her words sparingly. She'll be more outspoken when she feels more comfortable, but she prefers listening rather than talking. This doesn't make her academically gifted however, since she tends to think with her heart rather than her brain. It is still easy to figure out what she is thinking most of the time, since her expressions give her away.

She is very non-confrontational and doesn't want to look for trouble. To the point where she will either be completely silent or spill all her knowledge, whatever will work so she can avoid conflict. This however doesn't always work, and trouble seems to find her very consistently.

One thing that will stop her from desperately avoiding conflict is her loyalty. Once you've earned it, you will most likely never lose it. Willow isn't a fighter, but she will always defend her friends. She will keep secrets to the grave and assist her friends whenever they need her.

Biography: The young girl grew up with two wizard parents who owned a small farm and an older sister, Hazel. They all had a very loving relationship, even despite her sister who had a history of starting arguments and storming out of the house. Her sister's temper came from the realization that she was a squib, or possibly a late bloomer; she had a lot of trouble accepting it due to the consistent usage of magic around the house.

Still, Hazel and Willow are very close, and spent a lot of time together back home. They would often go outside and find spots where Willow could sit and her sister could run around and reenact the adventures she had of when she had successfully stormed out of the house.

First Instance of Magic: One night, it stormed terribly. Storms frightened Willow, so her parents usually threw any spell they could in the house to drown out the thunder and rain. Hazel was always there when they did so, but that night something clicked. She could most likely never protect her little sister the way they can. And so she started to scream and cry, threatening to leave the house once more. This now upset Willow even more.

And as her older sister zoomed by her parents to open the front door, multiple clicks were heard all throughout the house. Hazel wiggled the door handle, but there was no use. Willow had locked every door in the house out of fear of her sister leaving and being hurt in the storm. After the storm passed and Hazel promised not to run away, the doors unlocked again. Her parents waited until Hazel calmed down to congratulate Willow, silently praising her.