Occupation:Flying Teacher
Physical Description:
Miranda is about five feet, eight inches tall, and weighs approximately 160 pounds. She usually dons black robes, with a white rose pinned to her robe. She is still quite young, but some can see the age in her heavily defined blue eyes. She wears very little makeup, and she wears her blond hair in a ponytail.
Personality Description:
Miranda is a very polite person, but she can be competitive at times. She likes to help other people, but she will always save herself first. She often gets seen as a kiss up, but those that get to know her figure out that she is not.
Brief History:Miranda was born to Scott and Lynne McGuire on 22 November in Oxford. Her parents were both wizard and witch, and they taught her defensive spells at a young age.
As a young girl at Hogwarts, Miranda recieved good marks in most of her classes, but excelled in flying. This young lady joined the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team as a seeker, and flew unto happiness.
Miranda took a quick job at the Department of Magical Games and Sports after Hogwarts, but she decided to leave her job, and travel the world for a few years.
Important Relationships: none, so far
Strengths/Weaknesses: Miranda's most obvious strength is flying, but she is also great at potions,defence and Transfiguration. She did not do so well in history, or Charms. She also took Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes as side classes.
Likes/Dislikes: Miranda likes sitting quietly with a book, but she also likes the rush of flying on a broomstick. She likes to eat out for dinner at an Italian resturant. She also likes helping others out in trouble. She dislikes people teasing others, Mexican food, and Charms
PB/Avatar to be used:None
Contact Information: masterwhiteroses@yahoo.com
Roleplay Sample: "Lumos" Miranda whispered, and the tip of her wand lit. She exited the castle walls, into the pouring rain. She made her way slowly over to the quidditch pitch, and entered the offical's office, unlocking the door with her lit wand. "Nox" she whispered, and the light of her wand faded out. She grabbed her broomstick, a silver arrow, and headed out into the middle of the pitch, now ignoring the steadily increacing rainfall. She mounted the broom, and lifted off, the rain and the air rushing in her face, blowing her loose hair back.



