𝑬 𝑨 𝑹 𝑳 𝒀 ● 𝑳 𝑰 𝑭 𝑬 |
Coming from a pure-blooded family, she had been immersed in magic her entire life. She had gone on holiday to the seaside many times with her family, spending the summer months especially swimming in the water. That’s why her favorite season is summer. She had gone with her father to look after magical creatures and care for them. Her father worked at the Ministry. There are three siblings at home: Alex is the eldest, Dennis is the youngest. As the middle child but the only girl, she was somewhat spoiled, but no one would ever guess it because she was never conceited. Alex is already started Hogwarts, while Dennis still is at home since he is 9. Her father's side of the family is actually from Russia, but they moved when her father was very young. Both her mother and father are very kind and loving people. She has a few very close friends for whom she would sacrifice her own life, but she tries to be friends with everyone she meets. She always tries to understand the other side, no matter what. She likes rock music, especially old/dad type, and listens it a little bit too loud whenever she can.

MENTAL DESCRIPTION|
Her favorite thing to do is listen to music, and do any kind of sports. She loves playing quidditch. She admires the sky, as well as the ocean. She believes she is connected with water in some ways. She is super sweet to everyone and everything, but she doesn’t back off to use harsh language when she sees any kind of injustice. If she loses a match or the opposing team behaves unfairly, she gets very angry and may even get into a fight. Quidditch is her red line. However, apart from these situations, she is cheerful, a bit scatterbrained. She laughs a lot and talks a lot. She tries to be friends with everyone. Even if some people call her a freak because of this, she ignores them, acts as if she doesn't care. In reality, she cares deeply about what others think of her and keeps it to herself.

FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC |
She was eight years old, in a grassy field near her home where she and other neighbor kids played quidditch. Flying wasn’t allowed, of course, so they used old wooden brooms on the ground and made up rules as they want. The best afternoons a kid can imagine. One day, during the game, an older child mocked her for taking it “too seriously” and tried to snatch the ball from her hands. It was embarrassing, but for Inés it was straight up scoundrelness. She felt her throat tighten and her eyes started to sting with tear. How dares he? Without her realizing it, the ground beneath her feet softened and sprang upward. She was lifted gently into the air, no more than a hand's breadth above but you could realize the air between her feet and the ground. The children fell silent, staring at her like she changed definition. It didn’t take much for her to float back down as lightly as a feather. But all this time, she felt strangely calm and warm. The childish rage of stealing the ball wasn’t there anymore, it was replaced by a quiet sense of comfort. She didn’t understand what had happened, but it didn’t feel too odd. When the parents called the kids over for the dinner time, she excitedly told her parents what had happened. Though they stayed calm and reassuring, she could tell they were happy. Their little girl had seen the magic by herself for the first time. Even if they didn’t fully explained what had occurred, they hugged her tightly that evening, reminding her she was safe and sound.