Physical Description:
Aislinn is tall and slightly pale with blue eyes that contain the smallest of silver rings on the inner irises. Her lightly freckled face has high cheekbones and a smooth jaw. Her almond shaped eyes sit atop a small, concave nose with a rounded tip. Long, perfectly straight blond hair reaches her lower back. She prefers to wear it down, but when she doesn't have the time to brush it properly, she isn't opposed to putting it in a neat, high ponytail.

Mental Description:
Aislinn lives her life with her head in the clouds. She hardly ever lives in the moment, unless the occasion itself is very momentous, preferring instead to dream of the horizon. She's breaking this way of life as best she can now that she's at Hogwarts, but years of longing to move away from the family farm exacted a toll on her ability to enjoy her lot in life.

She is a smart girl, even if her mind isn't always present. She loves puns and riddles, and wordplay excites her more than almost anything.

Biography:
Aislinn was born in Omagh in Ulster. Though her family usually told everyone they were actually from the Irish city, they actually lived in the countryside as a farming family. As a result, Aislinn grew up surrounded by animals, mostly cows, and crops, such as corn and oats, and, while she helped her dad with the farm work during every school holiday, she had no passion for the craft.

Living on the farm was terribly lonely. Aislinn had no proper friends, outside of her family at least. Most of the people she knew were online friends or school friends, and they didn't usually visit her because of the drive from Omagh to her house.

Aislinn wasn't completely alone, though. When she was three years old, her parents gave her a little sister, Rory, and the sisters were inseparably close ever since.

First Instance of Magic:
Aislinn was seven, maybe eight, if her memory failed her, when she first showed signs that she wasn't... normal. Though she wasn't aware, her mother's family was special. Magical, even.

She'd been milking a very ornery cow for her dad. Usually, they raised their own cows, so the fact that they'd bought this one instead of raising it from birth was strange in its own right, but even so, this cow was angrier and more aggressive than any cow Aislinn had ever seen.

She hadn't received the first drop of milk before the cow was lightly stomping a hoof on the ground and mooing loudly. She wasn't a fool, despite her age, so she didn't need to hear her dad's warning from the barn to know that she needed to run.

So she ran, as fast as her little legs could carry her, toward her dad's voice in the barn. The cow gave chase, and Aislinn, who hadn't quite thought her plan through, found herself cornered at the back of the barn as the cow was running for her. She closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to be safely away from the cow.

She was safe from the cow, at least, but she hadn't asked to be sent to the barn's rafters. The next hour had been spent with her dad climbing a ladder and doing everything he could to coax the young girl down.