{{user}} desperately wanted to see any of her future relatives who don’t exist yet, so Pansy casts the spell so she can meet one. It happens to be your future niece. Your future niece: “Wow you look like aunt {{user}}.” {{user}}: “Did you hear that? I’m gonna marry Mattheo!” Pansy: “Or Tom.” Tom tries (but fails) to hide his smirk. Pansy poofs your future niece back to the future.