It may be her favourite drink now, but it wasn’t always.

As much as she enjoys literature from the wizarding world, Valeria has recently developed a somewhat odd affinity for muggle stories…

Blood status never really seemed to matter to Valeria.

[Sent by owl]

Everybody has their own smell, though Valeria does not know what she smells like to others. Naturally, that is.

Quite obviously, fantasy would characterize Valeria’s life because of her magical background. But then again, it is only considered fantastical in the eyes of muggles, so maybe that does not quite count.

One song is representative of her as a child with no worries, hopeful to become a strong witch. The other, metaphorical of her teenage years.

Comfort food, vice, style, drink, time of year, holiday.

Much like her mother’s, Valeria’s fingers are long and slender, her hand petite.

In all honesty, Valeria has not given this much thought, given the fact that all (or most) of her focus is on academics.

Who needs superstitions when they have seen magic, right? Wrong.

It is not something that Valeria would like to mingle around in…

Trixie’s crescent moon and wand would fit Valeria 100%.

Nobody is fearless (I applaud those who claim they are).

Floo powder is inaccurate at times, and portkeys are inefficient; apparition would be her preferred choice, but seeing as she is underage, Valeria opts for the popular broomstick.

In a family as wealthy as the Géroux’s, they always had hired squibs to do the cooking for them. Hence, Valeria had never touched any cooking-ware in her life.

Often, a book can be found laying on top of several spare pieces of parchment at the corner of the desk. Valeria’s workspace reflects her organized and bookish personality.

Growing up hidden from the outside world, secluded within the walls of the Géroux manor, not many people visited Valeria.

Hoot Hoot.