Hello ,
My Name is Ciel. If you look at me, you'll look right past. That's how ordinary I am. But if you do want to spot me , well I have black hair that has half a mind to always be good and the other half is it always trying to get tangled , so I either keep it in a plait or i don't care enough sl iI just let it be on its own. I have brown eyes, chocolate brown of course and I am 4'9". Maybe there's a order in which I should describe myself but I have decided I'll be fine without it.

I am a bit talkative, so I hope you don't mind but you may be spared from my rambling if we don't get along well. I can range from polite to a outright gremlin and that depends on how good of friends we become. But along with that I do also like silence. I'd prefer to just sit in a meadow in the forest near our house and read a book and get lost in it or sit in a empty classroom with the window slightly open and day dream. I do like shopping or going out or doing something but my patience has not yet matured so it runs thin at time. I also like shiny things , not on me though. Random shiny things. A little silver pin or maybe a small marble that reflects a bit room much. I'd appreciate small shiny things over the best riches although I won't mind if you give me either.

I live with my mom , dad and our little pooch. He's a little darling with a spirit too congested in his little body. We all love him so much. Although I do think my dad loves him more than me, although he absolutely did not like it when I got him as a puppy and would never admit it. We all live in a small house in the countryside , although it was about to get a bit hectic because I'd have to attend school in the city but now that we know I'm a witch well..

It is exciting though, at first none of us believed it. Not my mom, not my dad and not even me. But then it started making sense. Mam and Dad had a long talk with me and somehow we all managed to realise that those little times that mom and dad couldn't understand what was happening was probably because of me. ( The letter and the pretty owl helped too. Thank you professor ! ).

I remember when I first used magic although of course I didn't realise it at that time. It was when I was 6. ( Although for a moment I thought I was secretly a fairy- I just realised that those might be true too. How exciting ! ) I was reading this picture book about the big bang, and I was drinking my juice , a combination which Mom always warned me against. Well I spilled my juice on the book. Between crying and trying to decide how to tell dad because he got it from the library , I realised that the book was squeaky clean again. There was no juice in between the pages and the moon was no longer orange either.

It was very strange but this wasn't the only time such strange things have happened around me. Only this time it was soo... It stood out to me. Because before it'd be so strange but I could find a reason for it or my mom or dad found a reason.

Although they were never there to see the book , I know that if I tell them now they'll believe me. But I won't. Since mom will scold me for drinking juice with my books.

I wonder if I can always keep my books clean this way-