You, Regulus Black's daughter, were at 12 Grimmauld Place for the summer, chatting to the table about a prank you played.

"Me and Blaise painted his face, then-" You were quickly cut off as Hermione started gossiping to the table about being a Prefect.

You sighed as you stood up and walked up to your room for a break from being ignored. Then, you heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Then what happened?" Harry asked as her came into your room.