Sirius Black

You were Sirius Black's sister, and like him, you hated talk of blood purity. It irritated your parents terribly, especially your father. One time, Sirius brought James Potter over for a sleepover. He was only allowed in because the Potters were purebloods, even though they themselves thought it was all nonsense.

As Sirius showed James around the house, a violin melody echoed through the hallways. The music was beautiful, but too harsh and tense.

"Who's playing that?" James asked.

Sirius sighed in displeasure.

• My sister. Father made her study again.

At that moment Regulus approached them and quietly added:

• He's not in the mood this morning.

The music suddenly stopped. A few seconds later, the room door opened, and you emerged into the hallway, violin in hand. Red marks were visible on your wrists, which you quickly tried to hide with your sleeves.

“Oh, Potter,” you chuckled. “Are you already regretting coming?”

James looked at you in surprise.

• No... I just didn't think that anyone in the Black house knew how to joke properly.

Sirius snorted with laughter, and you just rolled your eyes and leaned the violin against your shoulder.

• Believe me, this is the only way not to go crazy here.