Hazel

Hazel lives at the top of the tallest bookshelf, where the reading lamp stays on long after everyone else has gone to sleep. Her big amber eyes are perfect for midnight chapters and spotting the last cookie in the jar.

She is a speckled little ball of feathers who listens more than she hoots. Friends come to her with their worries, their crushes, and their very embarrassing stories, and Hazel just blinks slowly and nods. Not one secret has ever left that bookshelf.

By morning she is tucked into her feathers, a dog-eared page beside her, dreaming about the next good book. Soft, wise, and wide awake when you need her most — that's Hazel. Entertainment only — not financial advice.