Avatar is not my artwork it is a picrew from Maddel_art

Physical Description: I am rather short for an eleven year old. I have brown, wavy/curly hair, around shoulder length. I have brown eyes and some freckles. I like fashion and to experiment with my appearance in general. I often wear shades of green and brown, since they are my favorite colours. I also experiment with different hairstyles and cuts.

Mental Description: I really like frogs, moths, cats and ravens. I am an ambivert. I hate social gatherings if I don’t know anybody. I have a bubbly personality, but am quite sarcastic at the same time. I can be rather sly and bratty but I still have a strong sense of justice. Because I am quite clingy I often tend to just follow people around.
I love to read and am really curious and eager to learn. In general I enjoy creative hobbies and am quite a day dreamer. On the other hand I love puzzles and mysteries and am always up for a little action and mischief.

Biography: I am an only child and the daughter of Victoria Wingheart (née Thorne) and Theodore Wingheart. Both of them went to Slytherin. They are quite strict and always supported the pure-blood supremacy, though they didn’t really agree with Voldemorts view on the whole thing and didn’t join the death eaters. Most of my family always liked to stay in the background, rather than being in the center of movements like this. They tried to convince me of their ideals but it didn’t really work, because I had a habit of not listening to them. They also don’t like my way of being, oh, so “unpure-blood-like”. Me and my parents live in a town house in York. My aunt, Daphne Wingheart, lives in York too and she too doesn’t quite fit into the otherwise so perfect family picture. I really like to spend time at her place, that is stuffed with books and so small and cozy, contrary to my dark and cold home. When conflicts get too heated at home I sometimes camp on her couch for a few days.

First Instance of Magic: When I was around 4 years old when my parents got into an argument with my aunt about her being a bad influence on me. (Only because she isn’t a pure-blood supremacist and actually finds muggle things cool.) I got so angry that they were fighting that I caused the fine china of my great-grandmother that they had displayed in a nice glass cabinet to break. With that at least the fighting ended and everybody was somewhat soothed, because at least I had my first instance of magic.