You’re Rosalie Malfoy—Draco’s younger sister, the quieter one, the one who prefers solitude and her own circle to the noise of pure-blood society. You’ve always kept to yourself with Sylvia Yaxley and Killian Burke, your closest friends since first year. The three of you are inseparable—nights by the lake with cigarettes and stolen bottles of wine, laughter echoing under the stars, the kind of quiet rebellion that stays between you. You read more than you talk, observe more than you reveal, and when you do speak, your words are as precise and cutting as any curse.