About Me (an outsider's view)

Bella's body was long and tall, with dark wavy hair falling down her back - it was one of her favorite qualities. Her eyes glinted between her long, thick eyelashes because of the light gold specks resting on the electric blue, and when she smiled, it was always of the truest joy. Her skin was a deep caramel that kept its color all-year-round, with light freckles resting on her nose and shoulders.

She was so sweet, it was intoxicating. As she walked down the hallways, her smile would beam on everyone she set her eyes on, and the way she spoke to others was of the kindest sort. But, behind the emotion of joy, she felt caged and restrained - behind the blue eyes, was loneliness. Bella just needed someone to talk to - to hold her soul the way she held others. Despite this, she held strong and lent a helping hand to anyone in need - whether someone needed tutoring in History of Magic, or how to throw a Quaffle on the Quidditch pitch - she was there for you. Her brain was magnificent - always gears and levers pulling and ticking trying to work out a problem. She got her smarts from her parents, and applied it to every subject in school. A very common know fact was that she was never ever to not have a book in her leather bag.

Bella was born in London, and lived in a red-bricked apartment in the middle of the city - with little flower pots on the white-panned windows and a bright blue door. She lived close to her school where she would play and laugh with the other kids. At home, she lived life happily with her former Ravenclaw witch mother and Harvard graduate muggle father. The three loved each other fiercely and would do anything for each other. In the hot summer holidays, Bella would visit the beach for a month, and stay in the same cottage they always did - a small shack right on the beach, where she could hear the waves crash as she closed her eyes, ready to sleep. She would spend days lounging on the fluffy beach towels, snorkeling and loving the way the salty water made her skin prickle and her heart sing - she truly loved the ocean.


When Bella was 5, the young family had made an extravagant Christmas feast. The smell of the turkey and the cranberries accompanied with the frosty houses outside that were dusted with snow made the day feel magical. It was in the middle of the meal with Bella noticed something odd - her turkey leg was slowly but surely crawling off her plate! She squealed with delight and pointed at the leg jumping and giggling. She twirled her finger at the turkey leg and it slowly got up on the meaty side and began to jiggle in a dance like fashion - the young girl roared with laughter as she once again twirled her finger and the juicy leg began to levitate, and as her parents watched and smiled, they knew their daughter was a witch. That was her FIOM.

Fun Facts:
- She loves the color blue
- She loves the Artic Monkeys
- She hates bananas and cheese
- She wants to be Minister when she grows up