Elizabeth, a sixth year at Hogwarts was sitting outside under a tree reading peacefully. She mirrored her father a lot when he was her age. It was the very same tree he used to read under.

She was a lot like her father. She had his dark hair and eyes, his pale skin and lanky build. She also possessed his intellectualism and reclusive nature. She was however, incredibly kind hearted and sweet. She was quiet and certainly intimidating but she wouldn’t even dream of hurting a fly.