Jamie was born on the 12 of march 2012 in a city called Bergerac in France, her parents, Lu and Marc Carville, had decided to only have one child and thus Jamie never had any siblings. Not that she really minded, it meant that she got more attention and care from her parents. She was raised in the same city her entire 11 years of life and was taught to be the best, which resulted in her doing everything in her power to achieve what she wanted to, not being scared to break any rules or use people if she absolutely needed to, the later she would try to avoid but if needs must. One thing she had been taught though was to never cause anybody bodily harm, and that was something she stuck to.

She only hurt people if they initiated it or if they hurt someone she cared for. It was well known that you didn't mess with the people she liked as it would only get you into trouble with her and she was know for thinking things through so she wouldn't get into trouble but you would.

During her first education years her mom would teach her a lot aside from the standard education she would get from tutors, they weren't what you would call rich but they had quite a bit of money and thus she often got the best. Which meant that she would only strife for greatness and nothing less, often leading to endless nights of studying and solving problems as to not fail.

She was sitting at the table with her dad going over some practice problems when a feather arrived, sitting right on top of the sheet of paper they were writing on and started scribbling away. She immediately knew what was going on as both of her parents had attended Beauxbatons and had told her countless stories of their messages, achievements and adventures. With a proud look her father called in her mom and they all started getting her things together for her to attend the school.

Her first instance of magic was when she was about 7, she had been studying for ages and wanted to take a quick brake and get something to drink. As she was getting a glass out of the cupboard she accidentally knocked her dads favourite cup off of the shelf, reacting instantly she tried reaching for the cup and missed, immediately wishing the cup would bounce and not break she saw it crash to the floor. Or at least it would have crashed if it had hit the floor, instead it seemed to hover above it and slowly lower itself down. Having heard her parents talk about their magic and of course seen them do their magic she knew that she was a witch as well, and went to go and tell them.