I was born into a family of 4 boys. Later, I had my little sister, Fiona. My full name is Kennilworthy, although i sign my name as such, I prefer to be verbally addressed as "Kenni". It's what my mum calls me when she's particularly peeved at me. My four older brothers all went to Hogwarts. My eldest brother was the only Slytherin in our family of Ravenclaws. He left to join Dark Arts. We don't talk about him much. My other three brothers, however, are spread out across the world. One is in America to train as an Auror there, one is in London and works in the department of the care of magical creatures, and the last one is in his 4th year in school. His name is Jamison. He's my best friend. When he saw me stop the vase in mid-air before it hit me, using the magic inside me, he cheered so loud that it broke the vase that was floating next to me. Jamison's broad, 6'2" figure makes my petite, 5'1" look like a mouse. Not to mention that his personality outshines mine in almost every capacity, but I'm alright with that. I don't love lots of attention. I prefer to keep to myself and draw or write. My brother, on the other hand, loves to be the center of attention. He sings boastfully and laughs loudly, enjoying all the praise. Jamison says that I have a little, snappy charm about me that causes people to love me from afar. I'm not quite sure what that means, but I don't really care. This is what life is. Not caring and just living, I guess.