As your older brother, it was Edgar’s duty to protect you. You were noble people, which explained why your parents could afford the ridiculously expensive fees to send you both to Weston college plus more for you to go as you were a girl. You shared a house dorm with your older brother, who was a prefect.

You were waking down the halls, and knocked on Edgar’s door opening it slightly and he woke up almost immediately

Hmm?. Little sister? What’s wrong? You can come in, talk to me..