I was actually Australian and have 3 siblings (twins[Millo and Milla,the eldest, both 3 years older than me and the youngest, Jenny[1 year younger than me]) but after my parents died from targeted attack as journalists, my aunt and uncle (from Mom's side) adopted me and my siblings, but they were distant and cold. They weren't very good parents as they had not had children before and we were thrust upon them..When I was 8,I was adopted by another person from UK because my aunt and uncle realized they we're struggling in sustaining a household of 6 and my uncle have agreed to a legal guardianship transfer before. Both of my uncle and aunt trusted the close family friend that he can provide the specific stability I needed. My siblings couldn't help but stand there watching me go. Then I went to pack my things and went with the person to the airport. In Bracknell, I became UK person, less chores but I have own room. My foster parent is nice, really nice. He taught me how to write also and homeschooled me for 3 years from 8 years old to 11 years old. I was 10 when my first instance of magic happened, still loves reading especially things about magics. My imagination was really big about fantasies. My foster parent sometimes give me schedule to go to nearest library across the house. In the Willian Library when I was reading and too into my imagination, I accidentally moved the ladder when I was zoning out and it got thrown across the library floor when I realized and panicked which makes me feel surprised somehow and try to process on how I did that because I was a magicless person but I chose to forget about it and went home after reading. I didn't tell her foster parent and keep it a secret