Physical Description: Long, straight blonde hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, freckles, an exceptionally normal nose, full lips, and a slender build.

Mental Description: Cheerful, determined, somewhat introverted, a music lover, she loves Muggle things and things from the magical world

Biography: My mother is a witch and my father is a Muggle. I live at home with both of them and my little sister, Lyra. We have a cat named Sam. My sister and I go to a Muggle school nearby. Every weekend we go to my maternal grandparents' house and I play with my cousins, who either already go to Hogwarts or have been showing signs of magic since before they were seven. During the week, I go to the same school as my Muggle cousins, and in the afternoons we play together in the park. I have contact with both worlds and grew up hearing about Hogwarts, longing for my letter to arrive.

First Instance of Magic: One day my parents took me to the park with my Muggle cousins, as usual, and we were playing soccer because they're on the school team. I'm not very good at playing, but they invite me along, and we all have fun. Everything was going well until one of my cousins kicked the ball too hard, and it was coming straight at me. All I could do was put my hands up to try and stop it and protect myself from the impact, and I closed my eyes... but I didn't feel anything. I opened them, and there was the ball, just inches from my face, floating and slowly spinning. It stayed like that for about 30 seconds and then fell. My cousins were very impressed, as was I, because my mother's family thought I was a Squib since even my little sister had already performed magic. My mom came running to hug me, and we left. They explained to my cousins that I had stopped the ball, that it had bounced off my hands, and that's why it seemed to float. The following weekend they threw me a party to celebrate that I was a witch; it was my best birthday ever and one I'll never forget... my 9th birthday