Physical Description: Evangeline is about 4’7. She is small and has brown curly hair with brown eyes that are always open a little bit too wide.

Mental Description: Evangeline is shy with new people but warms up quickly. She loves to investigate and explore new places and likes to start little troubles and engage in mischief. She is of good mental health, being a young girl and having a decent home life with supportive family.

Biography: Evangeline grew up in Inistioge, Ireland with her muggle mother, Rosalyn, and wizard father Paul. Her uncle and aunt lived nearby, and as an only child she grew close with her paternal cousin, Julianna. They were very close in age and grew up together, always getting into something around their small, quiet muggle town. Evangeline didn’t know much about Magic until age 9.

First Instance of Magic: When she was 9 years old, Evangeline experienced her first ever instance of magic. As most kids her age do, she had a small group of kids she often played with outside. The group consisted of a boy named Timothy (quite the reckless one), a boy Simon (more of the quiet and intelligent kind), and a kindhearted yet daring girl named Clair apart from herself and occasionally her cousin Julianna. It was a sunny evening in August, shortly before the sun would begin to set, and they were off in the hills climbing the big, ancient tree that looked down over the town. Simon was always a bit nervous about things like this, but after a bit of taunting from Timothy (who was high up in the thinner branches), Simon worked his way halfway up the tree and sat on one of the sturdier-looking branches amongst the midst of the leaves. Evangeline sat perched between two branches that split off from each other, looking out at the small town in the mid-distance. As she gazed at the grass blowing in the wind, enjoying the warm day and having fun with her friends, she was soon alarmed by a loud *SNAP* and a scream. Snapping her head around, everybody gasped as the branch Simon was in broke off from the tree and he began to fall towards the ground, too far down for such a small boy. Her heart seemed to skip a beat, but there was nothing she could do to help him. Suddenly, as he neared the ground, he slowed as if falling through a thick substance. His momentum lost, he returned to falling at a normal speed and hit the ground hard. He gasped for air, the wind knocked out of him but otherwise fine. Evangeline was confused—what had just happened? Whatever it was, she needed to go home and tell her father.