My name is Miriam Leigh Jones Strout. I was born in a small house in Kent, England, to a young pureblood witch, Leigh Roughton-Jones, and a Muggle, Richard Jones. I was named Miriam, for my maternal aunt, and I was given my mother's name as a middle name (it's often a tradition with pureblood families). Two years after I was born, my parents decided they were ready for another child. When I was nearly four, my mother gave birth to my younger sister, Jane, a month early. Jane was still very small, so she was put into intensive care until she grew more. She died two weeks after her birth. My parents, deep in mourning, decided that I was enough and that they wouldn't try again.
When I was nine, we moved from Kent, where all my friends were, to London. It was a big, smelly, unfamiliar city in my eyes at the time, and I had no inclination whatsoever to stay there. I remember expecting my parents to go along with my elaborate scheme of how to get back to Kent; it involved riding on top of a train, if I recall correctly.
I was a relatively happy adolescent, but, as all adolescents are, quite troubled at times. I found my passion quickly, however, when I made my first trip to the hospital wing at Hogwarts, in my second year. I had got a rather nasty burn, quite by accident, and was told to report to Madam Pomfrey, the new nurse, immediately. I went, and she fixed it rather marvellously with a prod of her wand and I was able to make it to my next lesson without being late. When, in my third year, I got a detention for passing a nasty note from the person next to me to a girl across the room, I had to help Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing. I was nervous at first, but I liked watching her with the students, and I decided I wanted to learn more about magical healing. I studied hard at Potions, and checked out several books from the library with some simple healing spells, and began using them to get rid of the cuts and bruises that came with taking Care of Magical Creatures. I have kept up with it over the years, and when I graduated from Hogwarts with 11 O.W.L.s and 10 N.E.W.T.s, I began to pursue a career as a Healer.
I was a very ambitious student in school, so I didn't have much of a social life. I had one close friend, Gretele Davis, who was in my year and House (Ravenclaw). When I was fifteen, boys had begun to notice me, and I had a few offers, but declined them all, preferring to spend my time with Gretele or studying. When I was seventeen, Gretele decided I needed to get out more, and arranged a "blind date" for me. I reluctantly agreed, and had a wonderful time. The boy, Raoul Jenkins, asked me on a second date, which I then accepted, and we dated for two months. Then, N.E.W.T. craze set in and I broke it off to concentrate on my studies. Raoul asked me out again after the exams, but I declined, because my feelings for him had since deteriorated. He had ignored me completely and apparently had said some nasty things behind my back after I stopped our relationship. I didn't date again until my 20s.
Right now, I am happily married to a wonderful man, Kle Strout (he was born James Strout, but when he became a Healer he legally changed his name to Asklepios, after the Greek god of healing, but most people can't pronounce that, so he goes by Kle). I am 37 years old, and a Healer for St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, which is where I met Kle. He is in charge of the Iphigenia Pan Ward on the same floor as my ward, the Janus Thickey ward. I met him one day about six years ago as I came out of the ward to get a few things for one of my permanent patients. He was just coming out of his ward, and, well, our eyes connected and I knew it was perfect. Kle and I live in Muggle London, not too far from St. Mungo's, because we are both very dedicated to our work and like to be close so we can be available if it's an emergency.
I like taking care of other people so much that I don't often like to be taken care of, convinced I can do it myself. I don't like to inconvenience people. I am allergic to several things rather badly, however, so Kle and I have come to an understanding that I will allow him to not only take care of me, but take care of my ward as well, since there is no potion that can cure allergies to bee stings or peanut butter.
Kle and I have been thinking about having a child, but we're both dedicated to our relationship and careers, and we aren't sure if we could handle it all. My patients are sort of like my children, actually. If we do have a child, I hope I will be a sufficient mother, and that I can give my child as happy a childhood as my parents gave me.