Hullo! I'm Aili (pronounced ay- lee) Stewart. I'm a short, skinny red head with the temperament of a Rottweiler. At least that's what me muggle mum says. Ya see, I'm a half-blood. Me dad's a wizard, mum's a muggle. Sadly he passed before I was born. Me mum made sure to keep his legacy alive though. I can remember being told tales of his fiery bravery and cunning ever since I was a wee lass. The stories of his school years caused me little heart to long for the same adventure. I craved it with every fiber of me being. I recall wishing on stars every night, pouring out me heart and soul into a childish dream. Hoping, praying that one day it would come true. I wanted to have magic. Just as my father did. To go on adventures and be part of his world. So, you could imagine how ecstatic I was when I had done me first bit of magic. It was an accident of course. Most of the time they are. I was about two, and was playing in the kitchen while me mum cooked dinner. I was banging pots and pans, as most bored tots do. Me mother had already scolded me once about the useless racket. Yet, being the feisty lass I was I refused to stop. Me mum snatched the pots away, while I began to wail and start a tantrum. When she wouldn't give them back I levitated the pair back to my level. Me mum said I sat there and giggled, clapping me wee hands and hitting the pots on the floor- happy with myself. She was to shocked to take them away.
To this day, I still have occasional episodes. Mostly when I'm angry. There's been a few times I could have sworn I heard me friends talking about me, but they claimed to not have been. Who knows, this is only the beginning of my adventurous journey in me father's world. Me world. I'm ready.