“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” exclaims Druella Black at the sight of her youngest daughter. “Stand up. You’re ruining your dress!” The woman reaches for the blond girl and pulls her up by the shoulders. She mutters Tergeo and puts her wand away. “Now, shoo! Go play with your sisters.”

The little girl wrinkles her nose. Even at the age of six years she knows that children are to be seen not heard. She walks away from the room and into the corridor. Her small feet step lightly on the hardwood floor. Her pig tails swish from side to side as she moves. She peers out of the corner within earshot of the playing children. She knows she’s not to disturb them as Bellatrix made it clear she was not welcome to join in their games. She watches them anyways in particular the dark haired boy with the very big eyes.

Her eyes grow large at the sight of a familiar fuzzy object being torn apart by her sister’s hands. A button eye pops and bounces on the wooden flooring. It continues its journey until it bumps against the point of her shoe. She cries out in anger. Her sister laughs.