I look around the same height as the average eleven year old, but if you put the average eleven year old and I back to back you would find I am slightly smaller. I have long hair that reaches my bum which I like to tuck behind my ears and also like to keep plaited. My hair is mainly brown apart from at the end of it, where it looks more blonde, due to it being bleached by the sun the most. I have a small button nose and blue eyes. Even though I can see without glasses, I still have a set of light blue ones.
I am a hard working girl who likes to get things right. I try exceedingly hard in all classes and if I have to miss a class, I will do my best to catch up with the rest of the class. I even ask for extra work to do during the holidays! I am especially good at maths and love to let my imagination run away through books. I wish to be friends with everyone and to be able to please everyone. I believe that everyone should be able to live in a fair and just place, where everyone has access to water, food and other benefits that you and I may have mean while thousands of others don't!
Before I found out about Hogwarts, I was an average muggle child who went to school in Wimbledon. I lived with my mother, Caitlin Driver, my father, Harold Driver, my brother, John Driver and my other brother, Sebastian Driver. My best friend from muggle primary school is called Corey O'Sullivan and I have also found that most of my close friends from primary school were boys for some strange reason. My friends and family are loving and kind to me and I am loving and kind to them back. Of course we had arguments, but there's no such thing as a healthy relationship without arguments.
When I was a few months away from turning eleven, I was climbing a tree, when the branch snapped from under my feet. I yelped and reached my arms out to hold a branch, then suddenly realised that I wasn't actually falling, but hovering! I gripped the nearest branch to me and lowered myself down onto the floor just as my mum ran in to check on me. That night I told my parents about what had happened but they didn't believe me. I couldn't blame them, I could hardly believe it myself! Then, a week after my eleventh birthday, a woman in long black robes and a pointy hat came over and gave me the Hogwarts acceptance letter before explaining to me and my family about the wizarding world and Hogwarts.