Well, let me see... I'm fifteen years old, in my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - a Hufflepuff, and proud of it! I'm hoping I'll get to be Hufflepuff Prefect next year, but that's really not looking very likely anymore. Well, I can try. My best subject is probably Charms, and my worst is very definitely Herbology (Professor Sprout still won't let me near the mandrakes). My options are Divination and Arithmancy. In my spare time I do some tutoring for younger students and tend the every whim of Frodo, the world's laziest cat.
My Mum and Dad are both Muggles - they work at the Children's Hospital in Birmingham, where I was born. I'm the youngest of six girls (Dad's last try for a boy), but the only witch. When I got my first Hogwarts letter, Mum and Dad thought it was an ad for something and threw it out. About six letters later they decided they'd better take it seriously. They weren't too sure what to make of me being a witch at first, but they've warmed up to it by now. The only real hitch is my Aunt Agnes, who's very religious and is convinced that my going to Hogwarts is a path to the devil. We mostly ignore her.
Other than that, I'm not terribly interesting. I don't play Quidditch - I turn up for games and cheer the team on, of course, but Hufflepuff hasn't won in ages - but I go skiing with my parents during Christmas holidays. I've got brown hair but I've got a spell to bleach it blonde, and blue eyes. I like folk music, Spiderman comics, and Miyazaki movies, I've read everything J. R. R. Tolkien ever wrote, I want to visit Alaska someday, and I'm allergic to chocolate. Oh, and I am the only student in my year who uses a mechanical pencil, which drives Professor McGonagall nuts for some weird reason. Thank you, and good night.