Physical Description: Amelia Devane is a striking figure with a lithe, graceful build. Her skin is a pale canvas, dotted with a constellation of freckles that dance across the bridge of her nose, cheeks, forehead and chin. Her eyes are hazel pools of wisdom, deep and thoughtful. Her hair is a wild tapestry of blonde waves that cascade down her back, often adorned with clips to keep back the bushy hairs.

Mental Description: Amelia is a walking paradox, a blend of the fiery passion of a rebel and the steadfast obedience of a rule-follower. She is inherently kind, her heart a beacon of warmth in a world that often feels cold and indifferent. Her humour is dry and clever, bringing a smile to those who dare to engage her in conversation. Yet, cross her or threaten her values, and you'll unleash a tempest of wit and righteous indignation. She values loyalty, and those who earn her friendship are eternally blessed.

Biography: Amelia was born into the Devane family, a mainly pureblood lineage. She is the middle daughter of Katherine and George Devane, with an older brother, Scott, and a younger sister, Laura. Growing up in such a household, it was no surprise to the Devane's that Amelia received an acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of eleven. Amelia shares a particularly close bond with her sister, Laura, with whom she shared a strong companionship. This camaraderie is a stark contrast to her relationship with her brother, Scott, whose penchant for pranks often clashes with Amelia's more serious demeanor. She has a good relationship with both her parents, mostly her mother, and she often found she missed her cat, Kiki, from home.

First Instance of Magic: Scott was up to his usual antics, and this time he had a particularly elaborate plan in mind. He placed a bucket of cold water precariously on the top of the door, grinning mischievously as he imagined the moment when seven-year-old Amelia would unwittingly open it. When Amelia finally approached the door, her mind was elsewhere—probably focused on her most recent book, she pushed the door open. With absolutely no effort at all, the water seemed to freeze mid-air, transforming into a block of shimmering ice. As the ice hit the floor, it shattered into what felt like a million tiny pieces—sparkling and sharp like glass shards scattering across the room. Amelia stood there, wide-eyed and stunned for just a heartbeat before anger surged through her. It wasn’t just the prank; it was that she had accidentally used magic for the first time, and not the way she had imagined it.