Physical Description: Frankie is a brown haired and brown eyed girl with full cheeks. She is usually wearing her hair out, in it's below the shoulders slightly wavy texture. She is not a typical person to smile but when she does, she has a bright and wide smile. Aside from that its the classic slight smile/smirk like seen in her avatar.

Mental Description: Frankie is quite intelligent in specific ways. She loves to learn and delve deeper into rich history on topics she absolutely adores. A quiet person mean she does much of her own imagination and socialisation in her mind.

Biography: Francesca Rose Clearwater, born in the year of 2014 to Mr and Mrs Clearwater, her mother being the witch of the family while her father being a muggleborn. Frankie as she liked to be called, lived a happy childhood, she however didn’t always get along with her elder sister as siblings do. She was so excited when she received her Hogwarts letter, she had been waiting for the day that she would get it since she was six, old enough to understand what it meant to be a witch and other stuff about the wizarding world. Once she started Hogwarts in the year 2025.

First Instance of Magic: Frankie’s first experience with magic happened when she was five years old, in the small English town where the Clearwater family lived. Because her parents were careful to keep magic within the walls of their home, Frankie had never seen anything out of the ordinary beyond bedtime stories and whispered conversations she was often too young to understand.
One afternoon, Frankie was playing in her bedroom with her older sister when an argument broke out over a doll that had quickly become the centre of their attention. What began as a childish back-and-forth - “It’s my turn!” and “No, I had it first!” - escalated into a tug-of-war, each girl gripping one end of the doll as they pulled harder and harder.
Frankie felt a rush of frustration bubble up inside her, hot and overwhelming in the way only a child’s emotions can be. She didn’t mean for anything to happen - she only knew she was upset and didn’t want to lose. In the next instant, the tension in the room seemed to snap. The doll vanished completely, causing her sister to stumble backward and fall as her grip met nothing but air.
For a heartbeat, the room was silent.
Then, just as suddenly, the doll reappeared in Frankie’s hands. She stared down at it, wide-eyed and confused, her anger instantly replaced with shock. She hadn’t moved. She hadn’t thought to do anything at all. Whatever had happened, it had come from somewhere deep inside her - uninvited, unexplained, and entirely accidental.