Sylvee Evans is a muggle-born witch who grew up in Westminster, England. She has medium-length, wavy, platinum-blonde hair with a silvery tint. She has pale, mysterious, grey-green eyes. She has light skin and is skinny but short for her age. About 4'7". At first, she seems to be cold, and never smiles, but really, she just doesn't like to bring attention to herself. When she does speak to people, however, she tends to be very awkward and will stumble over her words. Nevertheless, Sylvee loves hanging around people, at least, people that she know. Once you get to know her, she is very friendly, witty, and cunning. Back home, she has a wonderful family, with her mother, father, two brothers, a sister, and two cats. [Mr. and Mrs. Evans, Wyatt, Issac, Trixie, Snowball, and Fluff.] The youngest of four, she is the baby of the family, and everyone has a soft spot for her. However, while growing up, ... She has two muggle best friends, Klaire and Hope, who do everything together. She is always top of her grade in school and eager to learn. Her first use of wandless magic was when she was around seven years old. It was when her brother, Wyatt, had to take back a promise he'd made to go to the movies after getting sick. Sylvee was very sad and walked across the yard to sit under her favorite tree, the grass around her feet withering as she did so. On her eleventh birthday, August 4, 2012, a Hogwarts representative came and explained her magical abilities and acceptance to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her entire family was very supportive of all of this. Now she's at the beginning of her magical adventure!



Sylvee had heard all about and read all about Quidditch in much of her spare time since arriving at Hogwarts. This was the first time she'd actually gotten to see the pitch. It really was grand. The massive expanse of field stretched wide and made Sylvee feel tiny. She could almost envision little players zooming about through the air just like in the moving pictures. She was a bit disappointed that nobody was out practicing, as she would have really liked to watch them. It seemed to be the perfect weather for flying, too. It was just a little bit chilly and there was no wind. The sun was shining bright and the birds were chirping merrily into the morning air. Overall, it was a quiet serene place. She knew that would change, however, when the players would come