𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.
- 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑❧

{Credits to the original creator for my profile photo! I couldn’t find their account/website so I hope this is sufficient!}

A tall light brunette with piercing dark chocolate eyes. With subtle highlights from the sun. A rounded face that typically has at least a hint of blush dusted on her cheeks. An hourglass build with long nimble fingers.
Long poofy skirts or cargo pants she has an incredible range of style.

An Initiative ADHD, Dyslexic and Anxiety filled girl with an optimistic lens for life. Quick witted and selfless. Very proper even though she may not dress it, tends to loosen up when she gets to know you. But be prepared she is merciless when you mess with her loved ones…or your playing any game.. like any game.

Born into a family of pureblood slytherins she has come to find kindness in every living thing, the mansion she has known as home is ancient, she loves how she feels closer to her ancestors when standing inside. She has a house elf, which she realeased at a young age, Trinket, She chose to stay as the Roth family provides good protection. Always getting to meet her brothers new girlfriends and quickly becoming tight knitted. She has 8 siblings, five older brothers and a set of twins, her little sister and brother, along with a best friend named Rayne, male black hair, light blue water-like eyes (blind, will not attend Hogwarts), moderate Hight. Raegan has read countless books on magic, practically committed them to memory she finds combative magic the most intriguing so far.

{first person}
I was walking to the forest, to meet up with my friend Rayne, we have a little tent out there and it’s just beautiful, we have tea partys..oops that’s off topic! But while I was maybe 5 minutes per day from our campsite, right by the old tree that we use as a marker for tag, or hide-n-go seek. I was watching a beautiful scarlet robin fly in its branches, when I heard a particularly loud crack. I looked up and my first instinct was to hold my hands above my head, as running on the trail could cause me to loose my footing and fall into a ditch. I closed my eyes waiting for impact…but it never came. I look up to see the old tree hovering, and I’ll be it shaking above me. Knowing I’ll be late, I chose to ignore the rather odd incident. Only after I leave and see the tree again do I remember that things like this sometimes happen to young witches.