That little weird brunette in the corner who hardly ever speaks. She lives on the stories in her head, worships coffee, can't survive a day without music.  Romantic to the limit, which is hidden  under the tones of sarcasm.  She loves books and poetry, since childhood has been plagued by the dream of becoming a writer. Has a hyperactive imagination, of course. Morbidly shy.  Loves to sing and dance around the room when nobody's watching. For happiness she needs her own books, a sidewalk cottage and a dog. Oh, and then becoming a witch.