Friendship is born at that moment when…

A fairly solitary sleeper, Valeria’s bed looks pretty much normal when she wakes up.

Valeria enjoys the traditional way of writing letters - fresh parchment, a nice feather quill dipped in ink, sealed with red wax and a stamp.

If they can do it, why not us?

A wolf, of course, as seen by her patronus.

Aside from the werewolf bite situation, a turning point for Valeria was when she met her very first friends on the Hogwarts Express during their first year.

Valeria may have trust issues, but she finds comfort in talking to her brother, Alain.

Ice cream flavour, colour, song, flower.

The night she got her scar.

Perhaps it was the warm summer morning when Alain surprised her with Lumi. Or maybe it was when the Sorting Hat had announced to all of Hogwarts that she would be in “Gryffindor!”

Number 1 on the Kinsey Scale.

Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon.

Valeria considers her appearance fairly ordinary. Though, once in a while, she does like to think of herself as good-looking, especially with her cerulean eyes and brown-auburn hair.

There is one scar on Valeria’s otherwise unblemished skin - a decently sized, jagged line running along the side of her hip.

You have to get hurt. That’s how you learn