Emory is 149 centimeters tall and she is healthy sized for her own age. She has a vad posture and heavy under-eye bags for all the nights she has been up reading. Emory has dark green narrow eyes that may seem little bit challenging to some people. Her hair isa heavily layered wolfcut and she wants to dye it dark green some day. She has a very sharp jawline but soft cheeks like most of her age. Her lips are kot thic nor thin, but somewhere in between. Her nose points upwards. She has a natural poker face and doesn’t show much emotions with her face. When therr’s people aroubd she moves like a robot, but when she gets to be alone she loves to dance and let her vody move.

Emory is very shy and enjoys her own company. Instead of going into parties, she prefers to stay at her bed reading a boon she has vorrowed from the library, where she spends most of her time. When you first meet her she may come across as cold and sarcastic, but she never really means to be rude or mean. When you start to get close to her, you’ll discover how fun and humourus she really is. Getting close to her may be challenging, as she often hides her own feelings and onky very few knows her darkest thoughts. She is highly ambitious and cannot tolerate failure. She also loves writing stories and poetry.

Her life wasn’t extraordinary. She lived in a small house near the woods with her father, mother and younger brother. The house was old, but they all loved it so much they didn’t wanna move away. She never had many friends, but the one she had was the best thing in her life, but unfortunately she ended up goin to a diffrent wizarding school because Emory and her lived so far apart. She has a very close relationship with her family, and she lives them really much.

It was a cold autumn evening in 2022 when Emory was home alone, waiting for her parents and brother to come back. She made herself some cereal, drank milk straight from the bottle and lounged on the couch. She obivously read a book the whole time, like she always did since the day she learned to read. She remembered that there was a bit of her grandmothers homemade apple jam left, she ran to the kitchen with the intention of devouring the remained. But as she climbed onto the slippery kitchen counter and reached for the jar in the cupboard, she slipped, dropping the jar and herself onto the ground. She landed on the floor, but there was no sound of glass breaking. Confused she rubbed her head that had got hit and noticed the jar floating maybe a meter above her head. At the moment she didn’t fully understand what had happened but she told her parents about that they were truly excited.