Physical Description: I have black hair and eyes, a round chin and slightly tanned skin. I am approximately 4 feet 9 inches tall, and I am neither too fat nor skinny. Right in the middle, I would say.

Mental Description: I am a person who likes to learn a lot. I love people and I always want my friends to be happy. I tend to get excited when I am happy, and when I am happy I can't help but sing a random tune that I make up on the spot. And I also happen to be ridiculously clumsy. I fainted a lot of times and the only way I can be awaken is by dumping a bucket of cold water on me or slapping me. I love looking at the stars and wondering what is happening out there. I love hearing stories and reading the Daily Prophet's newspaper. And I love seeing quidditch. I can't but wonder how would I feel when I mount my broomstick for the first time.

Biography: I live with my family in Canterbury, but I used to live in London. I live with my mother and father, who works in the Daily Prophet. I also have an elder brother, Bob, who started working with dragons 6 months ago.
My mother used to home school me and my brother used to talk about his life at Hogwarts a lot when he was home for the holidays, and he also told me something about what I will learn there. My father was the one who introduced me to newspapers, and for no apparent reason, I and my father got into the habit of reading the Daily Prophet together after dinner.
First Instance of Magic: This happened when I was 8 years old when my brother was home for the winter holidays. It was snowing outside, and my brother was watching me build a castle out of snow. Then, a gust of wind blew towards me and my scarf fell on the ground a few feet away from me. Since I was sitting on the ground and my brother was standing, I asked him to pick it up for me. He did but did not give it back to me. Instead, he went to my mother and said, "Look mum, Ben threw his scarf on the floor because his snow castle toppled off!" I ran with all my might inside my house and because my shoes were covered with snow, slid and fell. My mother started scolding me for no apparent reason and my back was hurting. I started crying and my mother stopped scolding me. But she didn't ask me to stop crying and be a good boy. As I opened my eyes, I saw that my brother was floating in the air. And, as if he was on an invisible broom, we went towards the door at blinding speed and out into the cold weather. after he was a few feet from our house, he dropped and fell on his backside. My mother looked at me and I was, of course, smiling and clapping my hands. My asked me whether I knew how this happened and that's when I realised that I didn't know how this happened. Now, I know it happens to all magical kids and it is recorded in the Book of Admittance