I am tall for my age, at 4" 8. I am lean, strong, and very athletic for my age. I've got veins all over my forearms. I am very thin. I have black, thick hair that falls just below my shoulder. I usually tie it in a ponytail. I have a straight posture and steady steps.

I possess a highly analytical brain. I set high standards for myself. I am very obedient and dutiful. I process situations swiftly, breaking patterns and analyzing possibilities. I am calm under pressure and fiercely competitive. I can't bear it when something happens to my loved ones. I prefer courage, loyalty and trust over all other qualities. I am exceptionally intelligent and very polite.

I was born to Wizard parents. My mother always taught me to be humble, polite, kind and disciplined. My father is a great source of inspiration for me. He is my best friend, and we share our problems freely with each other. I am very trusted person in my school, and I hate to break it. I excelled in sports a lot, especially in running. I used to go to prep school, but I was never really interested in it. I only loved to play and run around.

My First Instance of Magic was when I was about 10 years old. My birthday was coming up and my father promised that if I'd solved a very difficult book of logical problems, he'd give me a surprise. It was a dark, stormy night. I was working on a particularly difficult logical puzzle. I suddenly let go of my quill. It fell to the ground. I was annoyed. I slapped the table in annoyance and said ‘Ugh’. I was bending down to retrieve it when it suddenly rose up to my hand. Straight into my palm - slowly and deliberately. It wasn’t wind or something of that sort. My mother gasped and my father looked up from The Daily Prophet. She exclaimed, “What just happened? How did you do that?” I had no idea myself and just shrugged. I went about my work. The next morning, an owl tapped at my window.