Her name was April Sowerbe, (sorry if I spelt that wrong) a young girl from Yorkshire. She lived in a beautiful house, a house with one hundred rooms, each room was in use. Weather a servent stayed there, or it was used as a guest room for one of the meany freinds - from across both and moor and the world - who came to visit. Even down to the last one, witch had been turned into an art studio, they where all one hundred of them in use. She lived there with not only the comferbly accommodated staf, but her family too. Her Grandfather, though tecnacly he was not her own grandfather more as her late Grandfather's brother in law. He was not a handsome man nor a wise one, her Uncle said it took him ten years to learn to love his son, but since those ten years it was clear he had changed. April had not been alive back then, her parents had been children who had only just met, but she knew he was a kind man now. Never did he pass a child orphaned on the street without at least tossing them a shilling. As well as Archibald Craven, she lived with another of the Cravins, Colin Cravin, her brave Uncle. He told her there was magic, if you knew how to find it. He had, of course, also thought her just that. How to find magic. All she needed to do was be open, think brightly, and be happy. Then the magic would come to her. As well as an Uncle on her mother's side, she had an Antie on her fathers. Several infact, and meany Uncles too, though they all lived out on the moor with her Grandmother, the most motherly creature in existence. Martha, however, worked at Misselthwait. Unlike Collin, she was her proper Antie, Colin was simply her Mother's cousin. Then of course there was her parents. Mary Sourbe was her Mother. The woman had grown up in Inda, before she was orphaned and sent to Misselthwait. April loved to hear the story, she enjoyed hearing about her parents adventures when they where young. What she also loved was their enthusiasm that she repeated those adventures in her own way, that it was ok that she cept seecrets, as long as she cept herself safe. Her Father, Dikon Sowerbee, was an animal charmer. Her whole life she had been taught his ways, ever since she was a baby she had been exported to wild animals, she was glad of her involvement in nature. The best nature she had ever seen, however, was the garden. It had belonged to her Grandfather's wife, and was the center of her parents and Uncle's childhood adventures. It was magical. April had pale Strawberry Blonde hair, a mix of her Mother's bright blonde and her Father's rust red. She had pale blue eyes and a healthy build, just like her parents. Her hair hung about halfway down her back and her full moon shaped eyes glowed with joy almost always. When she was just a little girl, her Father had found a puppy. It was not unusual for him to take orhpind animals home, but it was unusual for them to take such a liking to his one year old daughter. He had no problem with this and was glad his daughter had a friend to play with. But it seemd like Marcus was no ordenery dog. He knew things even Dikon didn't. Good job Airpls parents where up for her having adventure, her and her freinds had a big one ahead of them.

Wlep that's April for ya XDD question who would be interested in reading abook if I wrote one on her?