Physical Description: Darcelle is a young girl with short, silky brown hair that cascades over her shoulders and perfectly frames her fresh complexion. Her blue eyes are highlighted by long, thick, smokey eyelashes, as well as full, well-brushed eyebrows. Her nose and cheekbones are dotted with freckles. Her cheeks are full, rosy, and shy dimples crack her face when Darcelle smiles. Her lips, on the other hand, are luscious but not too big and a pigmented color. Her body is neither too light nor too heavy, and her shapes gradually begin to appear as she grows. Thanks to sports, her figure is well maintained and athletic. In terms of size, Darcelle is not very tall, but has never had a complex about this small detail. Her clothing style is rather simple. Hair sometimes loose, sometimes tied in a ponytail, and an outfit sometimes elegant, sometimes comfortable. Of course, the young girl never forgets to wear her grandmother's necklace which means a lot to her. We can recognize it thanks to its beautiful sea green brooch.

Mental Description: Mentally, Darcelle is a rather extroverted young girl. She loves company, attention and feelings. She is very sunny and empathetic, and knows how to play the role of the perfect friend when necessary. Despite everything, Darcelle also likes solitude, whether reading a good nine hundred and ninety-nine page book or observing the stars with her teddy bear. She is hypersensitive, feels emotions more strongly than others, to the point of sometimes suffering from them. Despite everything, she is aware of sometimes thinking too much and underestimating herself for no reason. She also has the fault of being a perfectionist, she always wants everything to be perfect, whether in her head, in her private life or in life in general.

Biography: Darcelle grew up in Hogsmeade with her parents and her two big sisters, one named Astra, the other Kamari. They've always been her best friends. They read fairy tales together, visit the shops in their village together and tell each other the gossip of the day... together. The relationship she has with her parents makes her happy. They are attentive, funny and loving. His mother, Oriel, and father, Roan, met at Hogwarts, and although at first glance they immediately hated each other, the fires of love made them inseparable. So, her father passed on his passion for astrology to her. Because for Darcelle (and her father), stars, constellations and galaxies are much more than sources of light in the sky. They can represent a wide circle of emotions, expression and... magic. In terms of passion, Darcelle is very artistic; She has been playing the cello for many years (so many that she cannot count them). Music allows her to no longer think about others, no longer doubt others or simply no longer care about anything. She also enjoys drawing, whether in watercolor to depict a masterful sunset or a simple gray pencil to let various sketches flood the pages of her notebooks.

First Instance of Magic: Darcelle was only seven years old when she witnessed her first witchcraft invocation. That day, she was spending her vacation with her grandparents, who were also witches. This house was located in a festive alley in Godric's Hollow, where various clothing shops and tea rooms were crowded. Made of wood and astonishing sculptures of all kinds, it easily caught the eye of newcomers. Darcelle often took advantage of this to sit in front of the front door and boast with an innocent air. So, her bedroom was in the attic of their large house. It was dark inside, and Darcelle was not allowed to light candles by herself. So she had to content herself with stretching the curtains on the narrow attic window. She had just had an argument with her grandmother because the latter did not want to read her a story now. So, Darcelle locked herself in her room and started to cry. Why couldn't grandma immerse her in the beautiful fairy tales that mom gave her? She could read very well on her own, but she didn't want to, because her grandmother was better at playing the roles of the characters than she was. As she let her sadness and anger slowly evaporate, a jolt took hold of her body as the various decorative candles lit one by one. Darcelle widened her eyes and leaned toward the melting wax. She hadn't dreamed! It was his own blooming magic that lit the candle wicks. Immediately, the young girl forgot her anger towards her grandmother and ran to find her in the living room to explain everything. “I’m a real witch!” she enthused. Grandma nodded with a pretty smile. “Yes, a real one” she affirmed, taking Darcelle in her arms.