Arabella has dark brown hair in a long, wavy cut, icy and dark emerald green eyes, and rosy red cheeks. She has a thin, slender figure with an hourglass waist and long legs. She often wears small silver hoops and a charm bracelet.

She's cold and distant at first, eyes always measuring. Like a cat, she's sharp, clever, and always aware that she's the smartest in the room. When she speaks, it's a pre calculated, honest sharp blow to the chest. When she speaks, everyone hears her. Beneath the ice, there's a loyalty that runs deep. If you're hers, she'll protect you without hesitation and with her life. She doesn't abandon her friends. Ever. Loneliness is a constant companion, but she wears it well. Cats understand her the most. She moves with their grace, their attitude, and their rules~independent, watchful, sharp-tongued, and just sarcastic enough to get on one's nerves.

Arabella lives a a small two-story house in the suburbans of London. Her father is a wizard, working as an Auror in the Ministry of Magic. Her mother is a doctor, traveling the globe. Arabella's house was always quiet and sophisticated mostly because of the fact that her parents were never home leaving her to fend for herself. She had her books to keep herself entertained, but sometimes that wasn't enough. Arabella was so excited for school to start and she could only dream of the adventures awaiting for her.

Arabella's first instance of magic at the age of seven was quite unique. She was at school, the kind of place where nothing interesting would happen. Ordinary. Then, she heard a cruel, chilling laugh directed at her. Her bully, standing in front of her started to mock her saying all sorts of things about her. She stood there...tense. The air felt wrong. Heavy. The windows started to rattle, dust lifted from the ground. Arabella felt her body heat up. Behind the boy, a stack of stones slowly lifted and began to fly towards him, hitting him on the head. A Ministry worker instantly appeared, waving his wand, then winking at her. The boy blinked then walked away confused. Arabella ran all the way home and told her parents about what happened. Her mother hugged her tight while her father cried tears of joy. She was going to Hogwarts.