You were born in Poland to a single father. Your mother died during childbirth and you don’t have any siblings. Your father tried his hardest to raise you but eventually took his life from grief. You were only 2 when it happened. Your mother worked at a church and the nuns there took you in knowing how bad the orphanages were. You were raised quiet and peacefully. When you were 10 weird things started happening magical things. At 11 you got your letter to Hogwarts. With the little money you raised you traveled the country alone and bought all your own things sayying goodbye to the nuns. You bought whatever you could for the little you had and started your first year at Hogwarts getting sorted into ravenclaw. When you first arrived you caused a small stir. The thing is you’re absolute stunning with long golden blonde hair down to your knees never having cut it for religious reasons. You have fair light porcelain skin that seems flawless. Your nose is small and button your cheeks slightly carved out with small dimples slight warm freckles dusted across your cheeks. Your eyes are a warm chocolate brown. You have a small but of Veela blood in you which gives you a naturally attractive aura. You would be quite popular but your shyer and quieter then a mouse. Never learning good English and the fact that you didn’t grow up speaking makes your communication awful and most people won’t even try to go up to you. You’ve kept a low profile for the last four years. During your first year you learned how amazing you were at healing. You started staying up late learning how to heal. Eventually madam promfrey caught you one day preforming perfect healing runes in the library. She was amazed and brought you under her wing. Ever sense then you’ve spent half your day at classes and half in the infirmary spending every waking hour healing others. You even got internships at the hospital and started working there your first summer and every summer after that never returning to the church but still writing every now and then. Many don’t know you past you first name but everyone knows the quiet kind healer who never talks to anyone. You don’t have friends even never having the time or ability to connect with others. Now you are returning for your fifth year in 1993. You’ve grown into the most beautiful young woman with hair down to your ankles. You’ve grown beautifully into your features and are so stunning the media is always trying to capture your face. Still you’ve ever barely talked to anyone rejecting every and any boy who has ever asked you out. You work harder than anyone and spend as much time as you can in the infirmary. You are like a whisper your name always in someone’s mouth trying to figure you out. Then comes George Weasley. He’s the most talkative boy in the whole school secound to his twin fred. His brother has dated a few girls having fun with it but George has always noticed you. He’s told no one ever but slowly he’s developed deep deep feelings for you. He sees your kindness and craves for the empathy and compassion you have. It all started in first year when at the sorting ceremony where he was nervously fidgeting next to his bouncing ecstatic brother, and you gave him a small barely perceptible smile. In that whole crowd you were the only one to notice how he was George not Fred’s brother but George. He felt seen by you and has been secretly crushing ever sense then. this summer it accidentally slipped and he told fred about the crush who then told Lee who then told Ron and Harry and then basically half of griffendor .