My name's Rowena, but most people call me Row.

I'm the youngest of the four kids in our family. There's me, 5th year at Hogwarts, no guesses for what house I'm in, then there's Seb and Leo, they're in 6th year, both are ridiculously smart without even trying, then finally Laine, she's in her final year and I've got to say, she's working pretty damn hard, I know there is no way I'll ever get the grades she's got.

We're a pretty tight knit family to say the least, dad works for Acorane Hotels, it's a worldwide wizarding hotel chain, and mum works with squib children in special magic schools so they can learn to control and concentrate their powers.

We travel around a fair bit, but since all us kids are in the more crucial stages of our schooling careers, we've decided to stay put in England until we've all graduated.

Winter has always been my favorite season. Despite the fact I was born in summer, I enjoy nothing more than riding what muggle's call a 'snowboard' or sitting in a comfy chair, reading a book and listening to the rain.

There's nothing really interesting about me.

I'm not spectacularly smart, or sporty, or good looking. I'm just the average witch.

Sometimes I wish I was defined by something great, something really grand so that if people knew me they'd say, 'she's the girl who can...'

I sometimes think about how there are people who've got it all, brains, brawn and beauty, the whole package. Then I think, is it really fair? Shouldn't these talents be spread about everyone, so we're all even? I'm not saying there's an injustice; it's just unfortunate I ended up so boring and normal.

I mean, take Camilla deLayce for example, she is gorgeous.

When she steps out from the Hufflepuff common room every morning, at least one person stops to stare at her. I'm not being envious (or at least I'm trying not to be), I just long for some form of specialness which everyone else seems to have acquired.

I spend my days sitting in class, listening to the teachers drone on, mostly about information I'll never need once I finish Hogwarts, then head to the library once our subjects finish for the day.

If you say you go to the library in your extra time, most people assume you're super smart, and are studying or doing something worthwhile; I just go there to sit and think.

Thinking is one of my favorite past times. I know it sounds geeky and nerdy, and I kind of wish I had the brains to make this comment accurate, but deep down I know that it's just because I've got nothing better to do with my time really.

I mean I could be socialising, talking with friends, but to be honest, as great as they are, it's just not very stimulating sitting round and discussing nothing, I'd rather be doing something, and even if that means I've got to go to the library.

If I'm not there, I'm flying. I learnt when I was young, watching Seb and Leo being taught by dad in the backyard. Once again I can fly, but I'd never win an award, or a quidditch house cup.

So, this is pretty much the story of my life. Sleep, school, read, sleep. And so the routine continues. The only moderately interesting thing in my life is that I like observation.

Observing people, what they do, why they do it. Not in a weird way, so that I can plot to hurt them, but more out of curiosity. I try to think where people have been judging by what they're wearing or what facial expression they have on. What grades they got on a test by how their shoulders slump or get pushed back in pride.

So yeah, I'm Row, the wannabe nerdy-good-at-flying-unique-for-something-people-watcher.