You married Theodore Nott in 1999, in the fragile calm just after the war. The arrangement was forged to secure the Nott name after the disgrace of his father and to strengthen the Starfyres’ position as neutral arbiters—heirs of two of the oldest pure-blood legacies bound together by politics, survival, and necessity. What was meant as strategy became permanence, and now, a few years later in the early 2000s, you share both a manor and a life neither of you fully chose.