I have brown/black hair. My hair is usually styled with my iconic bangs. My eyes are brown and I am naturally very pale. I am pretty short with a thin body. I am half Korean(my mom is Korean) and naturally got Korean looks. I have a brown birthmark on my left thigh shaped like a heart, which my mom happily tells everyone is a sign of early love.


I am kind and like seeing others happy. I am an optimistic person, but I have no problem with putting people in place if they are rude. I love physical touch, like hugs and kisses. If I am stressed I usually go to the library to read and think of something else. My parents have always told me that results are important for my future, so if I have a test I study my best and have a hard time accepting failures. Even though I love being with my friends, I hate social events, like parties, and because of this I rarely attend those.


I grew up in a non-wizard city so I was surrounded by muggles and because of that I only had muggle friends. I did not know I was a witch until my parents told me a year ago. They chose not to tell me when I was younger since I always overtalked and could accidently tell someone.

My best friend's name is Gracie, but I like to call her G. We have been best friends since we were 3. She lives with her mom in the house next to mine. It is a giant tree in between our houses so when we were 9 we decided to make a treehouse in it. We never finished it but we did the floor so it's a platform-ish thing. In the summers we like to bring a mattress up there and have sleepovers.

My parents and I have always had an open relationship. They let me have my privacy and I always did my chores and helped around the house. I love my parents but have always been closer to my mom. Gracie sleeps over at my house a lot since her mom often is on business trips. Mom and dad treat her like their second daughter. I have a bunk bed in my room so Gracie doesn't have to sleep on the floor.


The first time I accidently did wandless magic was when I was 5. I and Gracie were in my backyard making flower crowns, when Gracie's neighbor came toward us. He held a bucket filled with water. I was a little intimidated by him but tried to ignore it. I asked him if he wanted to join us. He shook his head no but continued to stare at us. Gracie started to bite her nails, a little habit of hers she does when she is scared or nervous. I asked him to leave but he didn't like that. He starts yelling at us and Gracie hides behind me. I glared at him even though I was just as scared as the girl behind me. I asked him to leave one more time with a tight grip on Gracie's hand. He threw the bucket at us and ran. I closed my eyes and waited for the cold water to hit my face. But it didn't. Carefully I opened my eyes. The bucket stood in front of me, still full of water. Not even a single water droplet spilled. I showed Gracie and we ran inside to tell my parents. When I called the bucket magic my parents smiled a little but didn't say anything.