Physical Description: I have long, straight, black hair, and brown eyes. I am tall and thin. Some people say I am very beautiful.

Mental Description: I am kind, friendly, thoughtful, smart, and helpful. I love reading. I mostly read adventure books or books about life and nature.

Biography:  I live with my pure-blood parents, six year old sister, and older brother in a quiet and loving home. My brother will go to the local University this year so he won't be living with us, but he will come back on holidays. He doesn't appear to have any magical abilities which is strange. My parents were worried for him as he never revealed any special abilities during his childhood. We are unsure about my sister.

I had many friends in school. I often played with them there. I used to go home with my best friend, Amy Pennyfeather, every day after school. She is taller than me and thin, too. She is kind and smart like me. That's why we are such good friends!

First Instance of Magic: One day, while on winter holiday, Amy and I snuck away from our parents and decided to take a walk by River Medway following a dazzling snowfall the day before. After some time, I saw something shiny by the embankment. My five-year-old mind thought it was an excellent idea to retrieve this glittery object. I absolutely loved finding treasure, just like in my adventure books.

I carefully pressed the edge of my booted toes on the edge of the embankment, but before I knew it, a flood tide came out of nowhere, and I was swept away. It's not important, but I found out later that this was due to a particularly heavy snowmelt.

The water was cold, my clothes heavy, and my arms like lead. I couldn't stop the momentum picked up by the strong current. I heard Amy screaming in the distance for me to grab onto something. I looked around frantically. There was nothing to take hold of. I'll never forget the sheer terror of possibly drowning as my lungs partially filled with icy river water. I don't know how I stayed afloat for as long as I did. I was a weak swimmer at best having just learned the summer prior but that wouldn't have saved me against the freezing cold penetrating my core.

The next thing I knew I was "attached" to a tree branch that seemed to appear out of thin air. In actuality, the lengthy branch was connected to a huge red maple tree at the edge of the riverbank. The gnarled limb was wrapped around my hand rather than the other way around. It's like it grew 10 times its normal length in a matter of seconds to pluck me out of the fast-moving water. How did I get "stuck" on the branch? Did I do this I thought.

Amy reached me, completely winded, asking if I was ok—eyes as wide as saucers, and cheeks rosy red in-between heavy pants. I could only nod as I dangled half in and half out of the water—still freezing. The hypothermia was setting in fast. I could see our parents running over. I guess they heard Amy's shouts from afar. The rest of the day was a blur including how I finally got free but I'll never forget that near-fatal morning.