I have straight red hair and sky-blue eyes. I have pearly white skin. I am Irish. I am an 11-year-old girl. I am 4'9 and 77 pounds.

The people who know me best say I'm cunning, fun-loving, and mischievous. I am not the most self-confident person, but anyone who saw me wouldn't know that.

My father is a wizard, and my mother is a muggle. I live with my father. My mother died shortly after my third birthday. I have a few friends, all of which are muggles. They moved away from Ireland so I have not seen them for some time, though I have kept as close as letters would allow.

My first instance of magic happened when I was 5. I had cut my hand on a sharp rock. My crying brought my father outside. I kissed my hand gingerly like my mother had when she was alive. Without warning, the cut healed, leaving no scar. I have, since, not been able to heal myself in that way.

I like most animals, though spiders are my favorite. I love pranking people and will often look for opportunities to do so. I hate to see others being picked on unless I am pranking them, though I might join in if someone else is doing the pranking.