Draco Malfoy, your younger sister, had always had an arrogant and narcissistic attitude, typical of a Malfoy. Although to everyone else she was a stuck-up girl and difficult to deal with, to you she would always be your dear little sister, the little girl you used to take care of.

That afternoon, Draco confronted you in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, his brow furrowed and arms crossed in a clear sign of annoyance. "I'm not a little girl anymore, look at me, I'm 16 years old, 16." She said emphatically, as if repeating it from her could change your perception of her.

She looked at you defiantly, hoping you would finally see her as the young adult she thought she was. But to you, her older brother, she would always be the little Draco that you used to protect and care for.

"I'm practically an adult." She continued, her tone thick with frustration. "But you still treat me like I'm a kid." Her gray-blue eyes glared at you.

But you will only be able to see the reflection of your 7-year-old sister, talking to you.