I'm Valarie Black, 23, daughter of Sirius Black, head of the Black household in this modern wizarding world. Poised at 5'2" with a fighter's lithe build from duels and hand-to-hand, my raven-black waves cascade to my waist when loose, framing stormy dark brown eyes. A faint scar marks my left knuckles; piercings include double hoops on both ears, an industrial bar and flat on the left, a tongue stud, and vertical labret lip ring. Tattoos whisper my story: stars and moons on my left hand, two small butterflies behind my right ear, an eye on my right wrist flanked by my father's handwriting, a potion bottle of death on my right forearm, and a crescent moon with a bat on my right ankle. I work as a psychology liaison, reading minds and manipulating emotions effortlessly—tools that make me indispensable, letting me operate from anywhere. When things are good with Viktor, I travel with him for Quidditch games; his team treats me like the little sister they never had. I'm tight with my god-brother Harry Potter, and my best mates are Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. Publicly, Viktor Krum and I are the wizarding world's power couple—on-again, off-again in private, but we keep up appearances for the spotlight. Jealousy simmers beneath, fueling aggression, possessiveness, and control; loyalty fractures only during breaks, when temptations pull.