Physical Description:

Eryn is always told she is tall for her age, but she maintains that is because most of the people she knows are short. She stands at 4 ft 9.

Eryn's hair is brown, at places lightening into what could almost be described as ginger, like her father. At the start of the year, her hair was short and in line with her chin. Now, however, it has grown out to reach to just below her shoulders. She has brown eyes, and a series of freckles on her face. Among these are a chain on her neck which she likes to think looks vaguely like the constellation of Gemini- even though anyone with any knowledge of constellations will tell you this is untrue.

Eryn wears a necklace which she keeps tucked under the collar of whatever she wears, and a pair of hanging star-shaped earrings.

Mental Description:

Eryn is kind and inquisitive, and loves to be around people who share her interests. However, she is happily an introvert, and towards the end of the week she prefers to spend time walking or reading by herself.

Her main interests are plants, history and astrology. However, this can differ wildly from day to day. Be prepared for a rant about an obscure wizarding law or a newly discovered star- in return for your indulgence she'll happily listen to your latest interest for hours.

Biography:

[TLDR- Both of Eryn's parents are muggles. She lived with her mother until she was 7, and then she moved to England to live with her father, stepmother and older stepsister. Her mother is a wildlife photographer, and homeschooling a child didn't fit in her schedule as they had to constantly move. Her parents were concerned when she began exhibiting magic, but quickly accepted it.]

Eryn's mother was never the type to stay in one place. Thus, she and her daughter spent the first 5 years of Eryn's life traveling. Her favorite places were those abundant with nature- weather it be the pacific islands where she spent the summers, or her mother's birthplace in Brazil. When she turned 6, however, it became apparent that raising a child while moving around so often is not easy- especially when she was expected to stay enrolled in school.

Luckily, both of her parents were on good terms. She had had weekly communication with her dad for almost all of her life, and often visited. Her mother's work took her all over the world, but London held many of their sponsors and bosses, meaning the visited at least a few times a year. He, however, preferred to stay put. At the age of 7, she moved to England to live with her dad.

In England, Eryn met the family she didn't know she had. Though nature museums never held as much as she had seen with her own eyes, she spends a lot of time with her older stepsister at history museums. Her sister, Mila, was thrilled to have a sibling and the pair are very close- bonding over love of space and history. She learnt about her father's Welsh history, and most of her friends were the younger siblings of Mila's roommates.

It didn't take Mila long to pick up on Eryn's accidental magic, and her father and stepmother followed shortly after. Her mother, who they caught shortly after a business meeting on a busy day, didn't seem surprised. Once she had been assured everyone was ok, she told stories of little miracles that had happened on her travels. Simple things, like the blooming of daisies in the middle of winter.

Eryn left the cozy home she had grown so used to not worried, for the unknown was as much her home as London- but still with a heavy heart, sad to leave her new world behind.

First Instance of Magic:

[TLDR: Eryn accidentally exploded her mother's camera when she got lost while on a trip to into the woods in England. Her mother was staying with them for a few months to get her settled, and she had taken Eryn with her to film]

The English forests were boring. Boring enough that her mother didn't have the vigilance she usually had when it came to bringing Eryn to work with her. Luckily enough, her mother was filming in England for the next few months- leaving plenty of time for her to settle into her new home. Her father was coming to pick her up soon, but the minutes she had was enough to wander.

She wasn't far from her mother camp, but far enough to be out of site. Eryn couldn't see this as a problem through- far from it. Through the forest she could hear a stream. The rushing of water- just distinguishable through the whoosh of a large bird. A finch, her little mind supplied. The bird didn't interest her though. Throughout this entire trip, all she had seen were birds. So many birds, in fact, that she had given up on trying to name them all.

Head in the clouds, Eryn didn't notice the distancing of the voices behind her until she spun around and realized she didn't know where she was. Confused and disoriented, and in true 6 year old fashion, she tossed her head back and wailed.

A few meters away, concealed by the trees and deafened by the whistles of the birds in the canopy and the rushing of the stream, Eryn's mother's camera exploded. She jerked back, startled and momentarily blinded. Mostly, though, she was annoyed. She had brought that thing last month! surely the company wasn't that bad. Even Eryn knew that camera's weren't meant to explode, and she was 6!

Eryn.

Where was Eryn?

A trail of squashed leaves led away into the bush.

Could she hear crying?

Footsteps grew faster, and before long Eryn was scooped up by her mother, face covered in soot. The toddler laughed, and reached up to use the ash to draw messy spirals along her arm.

Her daughter was ok.

She really needed a new camera.