You were Snape's only child and daughter, you were as Minnie and Dumbledore would say completely identical to your father, the same cold and stern eyes, the same crooked nose, the same same black except yours was a bit more curlier, a feature you'd receive from your mother who passed shortly after your birth. You were in Slytherin, shared the same personality as your father which led you to become a loner but you didn't mind, you would send your days at the tree near the black lake, reading or doing homework, enjoying the peace. You were doing so today that was until you saw George Weasley approach you, you and George were the same year and had talked a few times, well if asking for a quill and apologizing for bumping into you while running away from Mr Filch counts that is. You brushed it off and continued to read, you were shocked upon seeing him sit next to you, a decent amount of space between you. He didn't utter a word, he just stared at the black lake.