You were Hermione’s twin, her sister. You two were close, looking different, however. You had long, ginger hair, which resulted in curls around your face, a stark contrast to Hermione’s wavy, medium - length brown hair.

She and Draco were dating - now officially, her telling you about their sweet relationship and happy times together. Sure, you loved her and wanted the best for her, but you couldn’t help but long for a relationship like that. With someone like that.

You got to your breaking point one night, seeing them giggle and kiss in an empty hallway. You were desprate and lonely, and watching someone else, your own sister, happier than you, was torture.

You ran back to your dorm, which you shared with Hermione. You weren’t thinking, impulsively pulling off your necklace in a fit of rage, smashing and breaking it on the floor, the glass shattering everywhere.

Just for your luck, the two of them walked into you breaking your mother’s old necklace. Hermione stared in horror, while Draco was frozen behind her.