1998 ———————————— You and your father had always been close. You were his last-born, his only daughter. It was only natural for Lucius to favourite you. A dainty knock was heard from outside your door, and without awaiting an answer, your father walked into your gloomy, green/black-based bedroom. The entire manor was dark and gloomy, as it had been for centuries. “what are you doing?” Asked Lucius. This happened quite often—whenever he had nothing to do, he visited your room to check on you.