Physical Description: My hair is long and dirty blond, and it somehow always catches the wind, and my pale skin is pale, turning nearly iridescent beneath the moon. I don’t wear clothes to make a statement, and I don’t talk just to hear my voice. If anything, people usually call me “down-to-earth,” though I just find quiet to be comfortable. What’s expressed on my face doesn’t tell much — emotions exist deeper, not on the surface. I have a sister already at Hogwarts, though she is in her second year. She’s a bit louder than I am.

Mental Description: Inside, I’m… soft. Not weak—just gentle. I do care deeply about magical creatures, about peace, about keeping things whole and beautiful. And I do love music because it says the things I don’t know how to say. Magic is something that I value—not for its power and spectacle, but because it is part of the rhythm of life. I like harmony. I’m not one for confrontation, but if the time comes, I’ll stick up for myself.

Biography: When I was 4 or 3, I had to change houses so that my sister and I could learn. After that, when I was 9, my family had to move again to my father's work country. But we still visit our hometown, usually. And at school, my friends are very nice, until 5th grade, when we have to say goodbye...... Anyway, my life is always joyful at home, so I have nothing to worry about.

First Instance of Magic: When it occurred, I was eight years old. I vividly recall a bush catching on fire. I was just staring at it in anger and jealousy because of my sister's talent. All of a sudden, the bush caught on fire, and my sister had to put it out. She was shocked to see I could make a bush catch on fire just by looking at it. She thought that I might never go to Hogwarts, but I proved her wrong.