My name is Livia Schmied. I have dark blonde curly hair, green-blue eyes and am 142 cm tall. I come from a pureblood family. We recently moved to London, so I actually speak German (use Google Translate). I really like wearing my cloak. It contains the colors green-blue, which matches my eye color, and black, one of my favorite colors.

I am someone who likes to have power. I don't like being controlled by anyone. I respect my family because I know many of them have come very far. I have high expectations of my friends, but I also stick by them no matter what situation they are in.

I didn't know I was magical until I was 10 years old. I could guess, but nobody knew for sure. That one day I didn't want to come to London. My parents conjured up all the things in our new beautiful house. They were thrilled about it. I wasn't at all. They persuaded me to go there. So I had to go with them. When I got home, I was very angry. I was so angry that I jumped on the bed and didn't want to go anywhere. It was getting dark and I needed light. I was just about to go and ask my parents if they could light the candles for me when they were burning. Of course, I called my parents immediately to make sure it wasn't theirs. But they freaked out, in a good way of course. My parents were so excited that they told everyone in the family. Now I could soon go to the best school for witchcraft and wizardry. Now I was happy that I was in London. A party with the whole family, a new, bigger and nicer house. And the best: Hogwarts...

My whole family freaked out. But my grandparents were sooooo happy that they offered to accompany me to Diagon Alley and introduce a few people. I'm really looking forward to Hogwarts and everything I can learn there.