A fine-boned f ace with a small, voluntary chin, long, blond, curly hair made anarchically, a nonchalent, dancing step are what distinguish Pantxike Wimund.
She also has pretty dimples in the corner of her lips, which she develops unconsciously. She like laughing and talking and singing and drinking- generally she likes her thrills. She is about thirty years-old. No one wonders why she prefers her broom rather than her wand. No one would wonder if she didn't come back after her vacation. She's an adventurer. She likes above all getting to know natives, through a quite boozy evening, were they wizards or muggles. It owed her a few reminders from the Ministry of Magic for a demonstrative impulse.
Some are afraid for her when the vacancy come and she reveals her new plans, which are most often vague, naming for example a continent or a cardinal point. She is so enthusiastic that no one thinks about warning her again. She doesn't seem to seek the perfect love story with anyone. Incidentally, she doesn't give any importance to her every-day life. She speaks about something else, she thinks about something else...