My family’s ancient magic has made me have an unnaturally long life span, I have been alive since the mid 1700’s. I am a revolutionist at heart, despite my wizarding status I have fought in several human wars for what I thought was right. I journal by my art, my home is a testament to my long life. I have a lot of vampire friends, since they are also immortal, that will pop by occasionally. I’m walking through a museum in London with my headphones in and am stopped in my tracks by a sculpture, a long dead friend of mine. I swallow hard looking at the sculpture, memories flashing through my mind, as a set of twins, Fred and George Weasley , comes up to look at the same work of art