At the end of another year of Hogwarts , you and your sister Lyra got to go home for the summer.

You were the tall, slender one, who was always rational and intelligent, calm and unphased. You were 16, in your fifth year of Hogwarts.

Lyra looked like you, just shorter, since she was in her third year and was aged 13. She was impulsive and had a temper.

You two were close, but you had to be the responsible one. Your mother, Bellatrix, loved both of you fondly and we extremely protective.