Wyn,​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ even though she was raised in a caring and tranquil environment, sometimes thought that she was caught between two different worlds. The family on the mother's side had been witches and wizards for a very long time, and they were very proud of their magical ancestors. They would not stop talking about spells, flying on brooms, and the most famous magical scholars whenever they ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌came. Even though they loved Wyn and were full of bright prospects for her, their happiness was often mixed with an air of quiet expectation. They assumed it as a given that she would make it in magic, that she would be the one to marry and keep the family heritage going, and that Hogwarts would be the next immediate step. Wyn was not so sure that she could be the person they anticipated. In contrast, the father's side of the family had no knowledge of magic at all. To them, Wyn was just a clever girl who would soon attend a "special private boarding school." Whenever she was with them, it was always a requirement that she be very careful—she had to be sure that she did not speak about the self-watering flowerpots or the quills that write by themselves and, more importantly, that no one thought that the plants in her mother's greenhouse were making a little noise when they were talked to. She frequently thought that she had to split herself in two: one who could talk about magic with no restrictions and the other still being silent and cautious. The fact that she had to keep the secret made her feel different, although her father's family loved her very much. Right now, with her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, Wyn is both excited and worried. In​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ her thoughts, Hogwarts is the place that has endless hallways full of secrets, classes where spells are done, and you can actually see them, and other kids who also live with magic every day But she is apprehensive that she may not be sufficiently good—what if her magic is not powerful enough? What if people laugh at her instead of being nice to her? Anyway, under all her doubts, there is still a tiny bit of hope in her heart that maybe Hogwarts will be the place where she will not be able to hide anymore and will eventually find out who she really ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌was.

When​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ Wyn was just six, she found a baby bird lying on the ground beneath a tree in her backyard. The bird must have come down from its nest, as its wings were small and untested, and it made a very weak call, shivering in the dirt. Wyn took it very gently, but her hands were also shaking as she tried to keep the bird warm. Wyn had always been a softie, and the sight of something so small and helpless made her chest hurt. She was sitting on the back stairs, talking to the bird in a low voice, her eyes filling with tears and wishing she knew how to help it. While the bird was made to feel warm and safe in her embrace, an unusual thing took ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌place. The area around her seemed to get warmer, not in a fiery or bright way but in a gentle, kind glow—like sunbeams after they had passed through the leaves. The bird stopped shaking. Its very small breaths became regular, and it made a quiet, sure small burst of sound. It is not that it got fully and suddenly strong again, but it no longer looked scared. It went on Wyn's hand as if her touch was enough to make it safe. Her mother came out just in time to see Wyn surrounded by the very faint glow in the air—a sign of surprising magical power. She​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ did not move an inch, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. The surprise was not at the magic itself, but at the experience: calm, friendly, and comforting. She dropped down to the floor next to Wyn, softly speaking and helping her to find the bravery to release the bird to the nest ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌again. When they talked about it later, her mom told her that for certain people, their magic lives in their feelings—in particular, empathy. Wyn didn’t deliberately cast a spell. She was only so overwhelmed with feeling that her magic did it all by itself. And up to now, Wyn's magic has shone like a candle when her emotions rather than logic have ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌prevailed.

[*]Bewitched Snowballs (Nive Percutio)
[*]Bubble Producing Charm (Bullarum Immortalem)
[*]Clothing Ignition Spell (Lacarnum Inflamari)
[*]Curse of the Bogies (Mucus ad Nauseam)
[*]Dancing Feet Charm (Tarantallegra)
[*]Extinguishing Charm (Extinguo)
[*]Eyeglass Repairing Charm (Oculus Reparo)
[*]Fire-Making Spell (Incendio)
[*]Four-Point Spell (Point Me)
[*]Glass to Sand (Quarzicum)
[*]Green Sparks Charm (Verdimillious)
[*]Knife to Paper Airplane (Cultrofors)
[*]Knockback Jinx (Flipendo)
[*]Matchbox Transformation Spell (Flintifors)
[*]Matchstick to Needle (Conmutocus)
[*]Mending Charm (Reparo)
[*]Mice to Snuffboxes (Muspyxis)
[*]Opening Charm (Aberto)
[*]Passage Opening Spell (Dissendium)
[*]Red Sparks Charm (Periculum)
[*]Sauce-Making Spell (Condimentum)
[*]Scouring Charm (Scourgify)
[*]Shooting Spell (Jaculor)
[*]Smokescreen Spell (Fumos)
[*]Snail to Teapot (Choclea Bibe)
[*]Sneezing Hex (Steleus)
[*]Snow Flake Creating Charm (Nix Facitur)
[*]Take Root (Anathema Daphnis)
[*]Tickling Hex (Titillando)
[*]Untransfiguration (Reparifarge)
[*]Whistle to Watch (Tunc Sibilus)

[*]Antidote to Common Poisons
[*]Antidote to Uncommon Poisons
[*]Babbling Beverage
[*]Bruise Removal Paste
[*]Burn Healing Paste
[*]Confusing Concoctions
[*]Cure for Boils
[*]Dizziness Draught
[*]Dogbreath Potion
[*]Forgetfulness Potion
[*]Herbicide Potion
[*]Muffling Draught
[*]Pompion Potion