Reagan opened the door to the manor with her wand, doing it by hand was for petty muggles and she was not a muggle. She made her way up stairs remembering that her father had once used this same place. He had told her important things, things she was not to share with any one else. And she had not untill this moment done so. But now was the time to act..she needed her sisters her.

She touched her mark on her arm and it flared bright red for a moment and then burned black. Her five sisters would surely answer the call.