I am Rose Sherwin, daughter of a wizard and a muggle. I've always been into reading, especially fiction books that take me far away from reality. I am musically talented, I've played piano since I was five years old over the years I have also picked up on the violin, viola, clarinet, and harp. I have one older step-brother, a muggle. All my life he had compared himself to me, and this left me with the constant desire to turn everything into a competition and try to always be the best. When I set my mind to something, nothing stops how hard I'll work to obtain it.
I'm pretty awkward in all social situations except the ones that involve my friends, and I'm quick to anger. I have no patience in most cases, and are usually too stubborn to admit I was wrong about something.
When I was about eight, my older brother was relentlessly making fun of me, and just as I was about to retaliate, some force sent him crashing against a wall. It wasn't much, and he was only slightly dazed afterwards but I thought it was amazing as it was the first bit of magic I had every performed.
I don't like to get in trouble, I feel like I'm disappointing my teachers and my parents if I do, and I hate that feeling of disappointing someone. But I love stories and secretly admire those who have them.

I have long straight black hair, parted on my right side. My eyes are a piercing blue, with a light but still lightly tan skin. My height is around 4 ft 9 in, and I have an average body; not skinny but not fat either. I'm pretty poor at most sports and exercises, the only ones I take interest in and are mildly okay at are volleyball and horseback riding.