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Physical Description:
I am 5'0'' and 121 pounds. My hair is shoulder-length and dark, sometimes it forms small waves, although my mom always braids my hair. I think I am a bit chubbier than other girls. They look so skinny, but mom always says I have the weight of a healthy girl . My eyes are deep blue and they contrast with miy light brown skin.

Mental Description:
I am a quite girl who enjoys being on her own, especially when reading. There is a world of imagination that I like to explore. It's not easy to talk to me at the beginnig. Sometimes, I ask unexpected questions, not because I want to be rude, but because I’m deeply curious. Some people think I am serious and strict. Also, I tend to lose my focus at the person I am talking to, but I swear I am listening.

Biography:
I have a young brother, whom I like to hug (he is 5 and looks like a baby doll).
My mom is a witch from Mexiko, but my grandparents moved to England, where she became Journalist. My dad is a lawyer, but they met in a café, while my mom was covering a story of a minor magical accident and my dad... he was just drinking coffee. Their love was slow to grow, until they decided to married.

My mom was concerned that magic could bring danger into our lives, so she decided to raise my brother and me in a muggle way, hoping we could have normal childhoods. She even changed her job to a muggle one.

When I was three, we moved to Mexico, where I learned spanish. My parents thought it would be great for me to spend some time in my mom's homeland. We stayed there until I was six. Then my mom decided to return to England, so my brother could born there and so we could have access to better education and more opprtunities, or at least that’s what I think they were thinking.

Sometimes my english slips, sorry for that.

During the week, I didn’t spend much time with my parents because they worked long hours, but on weekends they would take me to the movies or the park.

When I was seven, I discovered books. I could read past midnight, though my parents didn’t know. When I was younger, my mom used to read to us before bed. She would tell us stories about powerful witches and magical adventures. To me, they were just fairy tales.

I am not rally a fan of sports, but once I tried basketball once. It didn't go well.


First Instance of Magic:

It happened when my family and I had just returned to England, and I was 7 years old. It was my first day in a new school, and I was really nervous. The teacher asked me to introduce my self. I stood in front of the whole class, feeling everyone's eyes on me. Some girls started whispering and giggling, and I froze. I tried to speak, but no words came out. The room began to spin slightly, and all I could focus on was my desperate wish to disappear.

Suddenly, all the chalk sticks on the teacher’s desk burst into colorful little puffs of smoke, and the blackboard behind me was covered in random swirling patterns. Everyone stared in shock, including the teacher.

I panicked and started crying, thinking I had somehow broken the classroom. The teacher rushed to calm me down, assuming it was just a strange accident. My mom was called to the school, and when she arrived, she gave me a long, knowing look. That night, she sat with me and explained that magic had probably chosen that moment to reveal itself because I had been so overwhelmed.

It was the first time I truly realized that maybe those bedtime stories had more truth than I had believed.