Abigail Summers

Name: Abigail Summers

Alma Mater: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff

Marital Status: Sin, wait...what?

Children: None for her, please


Career: Creative Writer at an Add Agency with undergoing stress to become a Senior at the company and with this new campaign she was launching hopefully she would get nominated for a Cannes.

Passion: Her passion was writing, doing orange theory to bur calories and blow some steam, plus night of wine and manchego with John after a long ass week at work.

The last 15 years were, wow. Abigail did not even know how to put it. She started studying to be a nurse, like she thought she wanted so she could help others. Nevertheless, after her father died at a young age she understood that nothing she would do as a nurse or as a wizard would actually help keep others from pain or from just plain dying. So, she decided to leave magic and nursing behind to create, she had all sorts of ideas in her head and after studying a little theory and psychology. Abby thought that Freud could help her out in getting inside of people's minds and pull at their hidden desires so they could buy something that was completely unnecessary. She had a new found gift for treachery that with a simple touch of muggle magic could capture the repressions of those simple headed minds.
She moved to Orlando at first and worked at Disney for six month to try and find the magical things in life and help others feel happy, but something wasn't quite right. Until finally she ended up at finding it a little bit more exciting down at Wynwood Miami and dreaming of the Brickell life, Whole Foods included. She worked as a bartender for three years before actually landing a job as a Creative Writer.

Oh, John. Yes, that man. Well, here's how they met. Abigail had decided to go running one morning and John was late for work. Coffee in hand, phone in the other and a heavy chest. He had just left the house of yet another girl he got himself into bed with and he was running late, for having to go get new fresh clothing so he did not do the walk of shame with the same work clothing as yesterday. He was a lawyer. A pretty good one, but dedicated his energy to bringing down big companies and getting himself a lot of cash. With a big case in mind and a bruise from the night before on his neck that he was trying to cover up, he almost ran over Abby. The first words she said to him were: What the fuck is wrong with you? This is a runner's zone, you have to be careful. Oh yes, she had accepted that "American slang" alright. After that she found another magical wand she did not want to let go of.