Physical Description: I am of average height, around 4’7”, with soft brown hair that falls just past her shoulders and striking green eyes. I tend to favor neat, practical clothing though due to my family's status I am always dressed well.

Mental Description: I am known for having a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that tends to slip out at inopportune moments. Due to the high expectations of my family, I have perfectionist tendencies even at my young age. I am diligent in my schoolwork and extracurricular activites. While I often appear confident, I am keenly aware of the expectations placed on me and tend to use humor as a shield when I feel out of my depth.

Biography: I was born and raised in London as the youngest, and only daughter, of a well-established Muggle family. My father runs the family business, a successful import/export business passed down through generations, which a demanding career that often fills our home with conversations about overseas clients, shipments, and distant cities. My mother, equally accomplished and a physician by trade, ensures the household runs with polished efficiency. I have three older brothers who alternate between teasing and fiercely protecting me. I attended a respected primary school, and had planned to follow in my brothers' footsteps with a private secondary school and eventually Oxford. I had many muggle friends from school as well as the families my father did business with, and was the captain of my school's football club. Sports were an important part of our education, as was music, so like my siblings I grew up taking piano and flute lessons. Overall I grew up in a lively, competitive environment where quick thinking and sharper tongues were the norm.

First Instance of Magic: My first instance of magic occurred when I was five during a winter evening at home in London. Frustrated after losing an argument with one of my older brothers, I ran into the kitchen crying furiously. Moments later, a small but sudden burst of flames erupted on the stovetop- despite it having been unlit moments before. My mother screamed and my father quickly extinguished the flames, and it was quickly dismissed as a strange accident. My mother had left the gas on, most likely. I have not had another magical outburst since then, and had no idea I was a witch until my letter arrived.