Physical Description: Winnie has honey brown eyes, framed with thick lashes. Her skin is pale, and speckled with freckles that darken in intensity during the summer months. Her hair is brown as well, loosely textured waves that end just past her shoulders. The ends have streaks of warm honey colour blended in them, lightened from the sun. She has a small pout, with rosy lips.

Mental Description: Winnie is a well natured girl, albeit slightly awkward with her peers. What she lacks in social graces she makes up with warmth as she's soft spoken and kind. Winnie has a strong connection with magical beasts, and often prefers to spend most of her time out doors surrounded by nature than inside in a classroom. She has a green-thumb and is quite attuned to tending gardens, stopping often to sketch out different plants she crosses. Winnie dislikes getting into trouble, however her curiosity and personal nature of following her own set of rules gets her in trouble often. She dislikes total authority, and pushes her boundaries sneakily when she feels assured she won't be caught. Winnie seeks out the more odd characters within her peers and feels that everyone deserves to have a friend.

Biography: Winnie grew up on a farm in Yorkshire to two muggles. Most of her childhood so far was spent tending to the livestock and crops of her parents farm, learning how to be quite self sufficient. Her parents set strict structure to her life, forcing her up early on the weekends and to assist in household chores. This caused lots of fights between her and her parents, and she would often wander off on the farm lands between chores to play. Winnie is an only child and it caused her to feel very lonely, which is why most of her companionship was found with the animals around her. She attended a local muggle school, where she would be very friendly with her peers and had many friends- and distractions.

First Instance of Magic: When Winnie was young she would play often in the pond on her property. The pond is often teeming full of frogs and she would spend hours watching and talking to them. When the frogs ventured too close to her she would often reach out and stroke at them, and would feel rejected when they hopped away. One morning she was visiting the pond she saw one of her favourite frogs perched on a stone at the outer edge. Winnie approached the frog stealthily, and was so close to successfully catching it in her small hands when it hopped away, heading into the water of the pond. She cried out with such need of wanting to hold the small creature and she stretched out her hand. To her amazement, the frog halted mid leap, levitating through the air into her hands. Winnie held and stroked the frog for half an hour before releasing it- feeling quite smug about the encounter she later informed her parents.