Age: 11 years old
Weight: 35kg
Height: 140 cm
Physical Description:
Seraphina is a gentle-looking girl with light blonde hair that falls just to her shoulders. It's soft and smooth but the wind sometimes makes it fly all over the place. Her eyes are big and brown-green. They always seem to notice things, even when she doesn't say anything. She looks like she's always thinking about something. She moves in a calm and careful way, like someone who listens more than she talks. But when she's interested and curious, she always wants to know more and asks lots of questions.
Her clothes are mostly simple wizard robes in soft colours. On her cloak, there's a small golden pin shaped like a spiral. This is a very old symbol from her family and her good luck charm.

Biography:
Seraphina Vale was born into an old pure-blood family in Whitby, a small town by the sea in the north of England. Her Home is large, often cold and full of magic with whispering books, and portraits that like to argue.
Her parents, Lysandra and Thaddeus Vale, are strict but caring. They belive in rules and not asking silly questions, though Seraphina still asks plenty. Her dad works in the Department of Mysteries but never talks about it. Her mum studies old magic and expects her to be well-behaved. She has two older brothers: serious Cassion and mischievous Bram. They never quite understood why she liked books and silence more than brooms and duels.
As a pureblood, she didn't gro up around Muggles, and most of her childhood friends were from other wizarding families, well-behaved, proper and a bit boring. The things that she liked most in the world were books, her owl called Nyx and the sea breeze.
She was taught to sit up straight, speak clearly and not show her feelings. But when no one is watching, she writes in her secret journal and dreams of flying far, far away.

First Instance of Magic:
Journal Entry: 17th October
Today I was thinking about something strange that happend when I was six. I didn't tell anyone (not even Bram), but I think it was the first time I did magic.

It was stormy outside, and I had to go to bed early because I asked too many questions at dinner again. Anyway. I sat on the window seat with my favourite book. I was really upset. The candle on my desk suddenly got really bright, and my book opened by itself to the best story, the on about the girl who could talk to shadows.
I fell asleep there. When I woke up, the candle hadn't melted at all.
I think I did it.
I think it was magic.
I hope Hogwarts teaches us how to control it. Or at least how not to make candles explode.
- S