Physical Description: Dark, thick curls cascaded down Demitra's back. It was perhaps her most prominent feature - and the first thing anyone would see. Her eyes were sea green - the type you'd see on a stormy day, if one ventured to out to the beach.

Mental Description: It seems as though Demitra was born to be stubborn, fiery and annoyed at all times. Like she was meant to sulk at odd times and get into arguments at school. Its hard to describe Demitra's personality in brief: she was a girl with a lot of emotions, and a lot of opinions (which she considered more important than other people's).

Biography: Born December 16 in 2013, Demitra Ivy Aragon was daughter to Aurora Aragon (nee Greystone) and Simon Aragon. Her mother was a witch, who herself attended Hogwarts when she was a child, married Simon when they were 25. Simon was raised in a muggle born family, but met Aurora on one of the summer holidays in which they decided to date.

Demitra was born and raised in the countryside, attending a local school in a nearby village. She had a couple friends, but generally preferred to spend time alone. One of her favourite spots to hang out in was a pond near her house, where she spent many summers examining flowers and chasing butterflies as a small kid.

Her Hogwarts letter came, and with a lot of excitement from her mother, they quickly bought the supplies and she found herself on the Hogwarts express on September 1st.

First Instance of Magic: One autumn morning, Demitra was sitting in front of the pond, thinking about how her day at school went, and how frustrated she was with thst one particular girl. They had an annoying argument where Demitra and her classmate got into an argument in the middle of class, where Demitra shouted back in reply (she said it was "stating facts in a raised voice" but no one believed her). As she sat, memories of the day running through her head, she looked around annoyed. She was alone, the only sound near her was the soft ripples of water where she chucked an occasional pebble in. Out of anger, she slammed the grass next to her, her fingers brushing against a daisy. For a split second, everything stopped. Then the flower was slowly licked by a flame that enveloped it, and slowly, calmly, like watching a dramatic scene of a movie, it whilted.

The white daisy turned black and knelt to the ground. Demitra jumped, unsure of how to react. She whipped her head around but no one was around. Without as much as a second glance, she sprinted back home, hair flying after her.