Author's Note: I've broken this fic into chapters to make it easier to read. Nothing else has changed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1: The Flower Pendant

A black cloaked figure walked with purpose across the cold, wet ground; moist dirt clinging to their boots with every step. The cover of night, and the clouds blocking out the moon and stars, protected the figure from any scrutiny. They didn't have a problem seeing where they were going though. They had memorized the route to their destination several hours prior and night vision was one of the very first spells they had ever mastered, for use in situations much like this.

Finally, after an hour of walking a long circumspect path to throw off any possible pursuit, and with plenty of thorough checks, the cloaked figure arrived at their destination. Before them stood two graves, placed closely side by side. The figure ignored the one on the left and instead kneeled before the one on the right, ignoring the mud that was sucking at their legs. The figure lifted off their cloak to reveal a middle aged woman with long blonde hair that framed a constantly severe expression. She just knelt there on the cold damp night for ten minutes, neither speaking nor crying, just staring at the grave stone in front of her. Her ulterior motive for taking such a long path to the grave had been to work up the courage to finally make a visit that was years overdue. Underneath her shirt she felt the cold touch of a metal pendant.

Finally the woman looked at the words on the grave with conscious thought instead of with the blank expression she had been. Tears started to build up in her eyes as they tracked across the symbols on the grave and she read aloud.

"R.I.P, Lily Potter (nee Evans), B. 30 January 1960 D. 31 October 1981." At that point the woman broke down, tears pouring down the side of her cheeks. She started to mutter angrily to herself. "You stupid, stupid bitch…why did you have to die? Why…"

"Rissa," said a voice, drawing Narcissa Black's attention from brushing her hair. Looking over her shoulder she saw her lover, Lily Evans, just sitting naked on the hotel bed. The young woman was always breathtaking with her vibrant red hair and caring green eyes, and Narcissa had to resist joining her for another round. She had appointments to keep after all, the outside world might be invisible beyond the walls of their room, but it continued to move none the less. She was also worried about the serious expression that her lover wore on her face.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Do you love me?" asked Lily. The question surprised Narcissa for a moment, but she managed to gather up herself for an answer.

"I care for you deeply and these meetings are very precious to me," replied Narcissa truthfully. This was a Narcissa Black that would shock anyone else who knew of her or spent more than a couple of minutes in her presence, a Narcissa Black known by only one other person. She preferred to be this type of woman, but unfortunately outside of the walls of rooms such as these, she couldn't be. For allowing her moments such as these, she cared for Lily deeply. Sadly, Lily just gave a quick frown before replacing it with a fake smile, one that failed to hold up to her usual genuine expressions.

"And I care deeply for you too during these meetings," said Lily, stressing her words in a manner that Narcissa knew was meant to hurt her; and succeeded. "So, I'm sad to say that this will have to be the last meeting. I've just been proposed to by James Potter, you know of him, right?"

"Yes," replied Narcissa stiffly. "He's a prefect of Gryffindor House with you, correct?"

"Yes, and we've been dating for a couple of months now. When we graduate from Hogwarts he would like to marry me and I see no reason to say no. Do you?"

"No, I do not. He'll make a great husband for you. He comes from a distinguished line of pure bloods, no?"

"Yes, he does, although he considers that a worthless fact. He doesn't give a damn about lineage after all, one of the reasons I want to marry him."

"Then you have my blessing," said Narcissa. With that she turned around and continued to brush her hair. Behind her she heard Lily lie back down on the bed with a thumping noise. While the brush methodically removed the tangles from her hair, tugging slightly at her scalp, she ignored the soft sobbing that was not meant for her ears. She just started to brush harder and harder until her head hurt, ignoring Lily as she sobbed gently into her pillow.

Several months later Narcissa read about the marriage of Lily Evans to James Potter in several Wizarding papers, both young people having a bright future ahead of them. She herself had been proposed to by a much admired senior from her Hogwarts days, Lucius Malfoy. Lucius was everything she looked for in a husband; handsome, rich, a pure-blood, a great position in the Ministry of Magic and no inclination to subjugate her or look into her present or past affairs. Sadly he wasn't anything like what she wished for, but she had never been fool enough to expect to ever receive such. It's not like she believed she actually deserved such happiness.

She had long known it was coming, but a full blown wizarding war was still a concept she had a hard time wrapping her mind around. Lord Voldemort, murdering mudbloods (those without any wizarding blood) openly and subjugating everyone else. Her husband Lucius was involved as a trusted subordinate so it was frequent that she saw the Dark Lord himself gracing her home. Around the Dark Lord or any of his Death Eater servants, and even her husband she kept up a cordial expression and attitude. It was only during the cover of night when Lucius was sound asleep that she would permit herself to cry, praying that Lily Potter would keep her head down and submit to his rule instead of fighting against it, but knowing deep in her heart that her former lover would never do so.

It had been in her Sixth year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry that Narcissa Black had first heard of Lily Evans. The girl was a first year but quickly became well known for being a prodigy; made even more amazing by the fact that she was a mudblood. The first time she saw Lily was in the dungeons right outside of the Slytherin dorm. As Narcissa had exited the portal between the common room and the castle she had been greeted by a small red headed girl with an uncertain expression on her face. It was obvious that she was a first year, and a red and gold badge identified her as a Gryffindor, not the type usually seen anywhere in the dungeons unless in for a punishment. She decided to just ignore the girl and go one her merry way, but a tiny hand shot out and grabbed the edge of her robe.

"Could you please help me for a moment?" asked the little girl. Narcissa looked down at her and saw the pleading look in her eyes and gave a sigh.

"Fine," she replied. "What do you need?"

"Well," stuttered the girl slightly. "My friend has been missing classes and I wanted to make sure he was okay."

"Your friend?" asked Narcissa. "Are you telling me that you're friends with a member of my house?"

"Yes?" replied the girl uncertainly. Narcissa evaluated the Gryffindor girl for a moment, coming to a decision.

"Name?"

"Huh?"

"Name, your friend's name, what is it? What year is he in?"

"Oh! Severus Snape! First year of Slytherin house!"

"Stay right here," commanded Narcissa turning back towards her common room. She walked up to the entrance and whispered the password to re-enter. "Subjugation."

In the Slytherin common room Narcissa saw students milling about between classes; relaxing, working on future assignments, or working hurriedly to finish ones due in just a few minutes. She took a deep breath.

"Is there a Severus Snape in here!" demanded Narcissa, looking around coldly at the gathered Slytherins who were now all focused on the forceful sixth year. One boy, a first year judging by the size of him, spoke up.

"He's in his room, been there all day ignoring anyone. Most of yesterday too," piped the boy.

"Go get him for me," commanded Narcissa. "Now."

"Yes ma'am!" cried the first year in fright. He rushed into the boy's dormitory and the common room became deathly silent as everyone waited and watched to see what would happen. The boy came back out after a moment, another boy following sulkily after. The boy was disheveled in what looked to be 2nd hand clothes. He had a displeased expression on his face at having been interrupted from whatever non-productive activity he had been doing. He was pale, but that seemed natural and not a sign of sickness. He was perfectly healthy, which meant Narcissa was going to enjoy what she was about to do.

"Are you Severus Snape?" demanded Narcissa.

"Who wants to know?" sneered the boy, looking up at the older girl with as much attitude as he could muster.

"People cutting class don't get to know that," replied Narcissa. She grabbed the front of the boy's robe firmly in her grasp and started to pull him towards the entryway. He tried to resist but she was much bigger than he was and it was a futile effort. It was though, enough to annoy her quite a bit. She whipped out her wand and uttered a quick spell. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Severus lost his grip on the floor as he started to float off of the ground. He flailed slightly and the common room burst into laughter. Narcissa silenced everyone with a glare and then walked out of the common room, Severus floating in tow. Back outside she saw that three third years had surrounded the Gryffindor girl and were menacing her for being near their common room.

"What the heck are you doing here little girl?" asked one of them harshly.

"I-I'm waiting for my friend," replied the girl.

"This is Slytherin dorm," said another boy. "There are no friends here for you!"

"Yeah!" enthused the third boy, obviously the slow, uncreative one of the bunch.

Narcissa just gave a sigh and with a flick of her wand lobbed Severus at the three boys. The first year boy cried out in fright but it wasn't enough of a warning as he flew through the air and knocked over the three third years. All four boys lay in a pile trying to disentangle themselves as the first year girl gasped in surprise.

"I brought your friend," Narcissa stated simply. She started to walk away, to go about her business from before she had been interrupted by the whole mess, but first shot a glare at the three boys. "No menacing girls, no matter the house. You don't know who will appear to kick your bloody arses. And Severus, no making girls worried, got it?"

All four boys just stared at her, dumb stuck. The Gryffindor girl hurried over and helped Severus up, fretting over him.

"I'm so sorry!" she apologized. "I didn't know that would happen! You were just missing from class and I was worried something was wrong or that it was something I had done and I couldn't enter and I just needed help so I asked the nearest person and she was nice enough to get you but then she flung you around and I'm so, so sorr-"

"Its fine!" yelled Severus, quieting the Gryffindor girl. He suddenly turned a bright shade of red, stuttering the rest of his response. "I-I mean, you didn't do anything wrong, and I'm sorry for cutting classes, I just….I had reasons. Sorry for worrying you."

"Its fine!" said the girl happily, smiling cheerfully at the boy. "Now let's head to class before we're late!"

The two started to run off out of the dungeons, but when they made it to the stairs the Gryffindor girl turned around and gave Narcissa a large smile.

"Thank you for your help!" said the girl. Then, in a blink the two first years were up the stairs and out of the tower. Narcissa marveled a bit at the strange friendship of the two 1st years, gave a final warning glare to the still tangled 3rd years and started to walk up the stairs to her class.

Narcissa lay in bed, just staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling of the muggle hotel room. Normally she wouldn't bother with such a place when she could just apparate back to her family's mansion and sleep in her own, absurdly comfortable bed, but the reward of not doing so this time was worth it. She was supposedly on a vacation, traveling around the countryside. Her mother thought it was a silly endeavor, but was willing to indulge her usually obedient daughter. Not only her mother but basically all of the Black family, except for a few known nutters, would be shocked if they managed to catch her in the hotel room. It wouldn't help her case that a red headed young woman, an infamous mudblood show off, currently had her arms wrapped around Narcissa, her head nestled up against Narcissa's side.

Narcissa would have preferred to watch her young lover sleep, but the position they were in made that very difficult without waking her, so instead she just studied the ceiling. Slowly, Lily started to stir, disengaging very slowly from Narcissa, and sitting up in the bed. The covers slipped off of her, revealing her naked chest. She saw Narcissa looking up at her and gave her a bright smile.

"Good morning Rissa," she said cheerfully.

"Morning Lily," replied Narcissa, sitting up now that she was free of her lover's embrace. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very. Have you been awake long?"

"Not too long," said Narcissa casually. Lily leaned over suddenly and gave Narcissa a deep kiss, surprising her. Recovering quickly from her shock, the older woman leaned into the kiss, replying with passion. After a few moments they broke off the kiss, smiling flushed at each other.

"Hey," said Lily, smiling brightly, "want to go again?"

"You obsessed with sex or something?" teased Narcissa.

"Just with you," replied Lily, leaning in close to Narcissa. Soon the two lovers were once again kissing and touching each all over, rolling over the sex stained sheets of the hotel bed. Their rolling about ended when Narcissa forced Lily onto her back, straddling her lover and looking down at her with a predatory smile.

"Got you," said Narcissa.

"Yes, you do," replied Lily, wrapping her arms around Narcissa. She smiled up at her. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Of course, outside the Slytherin dorm," answered Narcissa.

"You were pretty rough on poor Severus. He told me he spent the next year trying to avoid you as much as possible. But you were doing it to help me, so I was very glad. You could have easily ignored or bullied me, but you didn't."

"It's not like I was in a rush to get anywhere," replied Narcissa. "Plus it was kind of impressive to see a little Gryffindor girl standing in the dungeons."

"House of the brave," laughed Lily. "Do you remember the second time we met?"

"Diagon Alley," answered Narcissa with a wistful smile.

Narcissa Black strolled casually through Daigon Alley, alone except for the throngs of people surrounding her. There was a certain weird feeling in knowing that this would be her last trip in the familiar wizarding shopping area for school supplies. Sure she'd come here at other times in her life for certain needs or just to relax, and eventually when she'd need to take her own children for school supplies. But that in itself would be a different experience, not one primarily for her. She could have always just had the house elves do the shopping for her, but this way she got exactly what she wanted. Plus, if she left everything to the miserable creatures then what was there for her to do really? Inactivity was the bane of her existence, it'd kill her to have to do nothing.

Narcissa knew exactly where she had to go and what she needed, so the trip would only take as long as she wanted it to take. As she casually peaked at the displays set up in shop windows, she caught glimpses of a lone head of red hair just standing off to the side of the street, waves of people walking quickly around and past it. As Narcissa approached she saw the same little red headed Gryffindor girl from the year before just standing on the street, her head buried into a large piece of parchment. The girl turned to look around the street, revealing the parchment as a map of the many venues of Daigon Alley, although it looked to Narcissa to be several years out of date. She wondered if the girl had come alone or was just waiting for family or friends to return.

Not that it was her problem. She continued to walk past, shooting a final look at the girl as she approached. The girl looked up at her in that moment, their eyes meeting. Narcissa cursed to herself as recognition spread on the small girl's face, a smile replacing the frown she had been wearing.

"Hello again," greeted the Gryffindor girl brightly. "I would like to thank you again for your help with Severus, he's behaved himself afterwards and went to classes. The potion master was very happy, since he's such a bright student in that class. Are you here shopping for school supplies also?"

"Yes, I am," replied Narcissa stiffly. Her casual shopping was what it was because she was alone, at her own pace. She just needed to move along and leave the girl before she asked the inevitable questions for assistance or to go shopping together.

"Well," said the girl brightly, "I'll just let you go on your way then."

She went back to looking cluelessly at her map, giving Narcissa the chance she had wanted to make a break for it. All she had to do was walk away and she'd be free to continue her day of leisure. Getting involved with anyone else that she didn't need to would just to trouble.

"Are you having trouble finding the place you need to go to?" asked Narcissa, turning around to look at the red headed girl. The little girl looked up at Narcissa, relief written all over her features.

"If you wouldn't mind," she replied politely. "I have this map but I still can't seem to find anywhere. Not a single shop seems to be where it's supposed to be and I've been walking around for at least half an hour."

"Where are your parents?" asked Narcissa. "Wouldn't they know where you need to go?"

"My parents are muggles, they wouldn't know where we needed to go either," said the girl, shaking her head sadly. "It's my sister Petunia's birthday today and she wanted to go to an attraction that's only running right now, but I needed my supplies. I told them that since I had been here once that I could find my way on my own and that they should just focus on Petunia. Sadly that doesn't seem to be the case."

"You're a mudblood?" asked Narcissa, the slur slipping out before she could check herself. The words hit the girl with a visible effect, showing that she had encountered the derogatory term before.

Narcissa flinched slightly in regret; not speaking her mind had always been difficult for her. She was blunt with her words, and she could get away with it. Moments like this showed why the concept of tact existed in the first place. She didn't need to care, she honestly had no reason to care, but she did. So, she knelt down and looked the Gryffindor girl directly in the eyes. She had beautiful green eyes and were partially misty from oncoming tears.

"I'm sorry, that just slipped out," apologized Narcissa. "How about this, I'll help you find what you need, as an apology. I know Diagon Alley like the back of my wand. Does that sound fine to you?"

The girl sniffled slightly, gathering herself. She tried to choke out some words, but couldn't manage it. Instead she just nodded in agreement. Narcissa reached out, took the map from the girl and folded it up into a tiny square. She stood up and pocketed the parchment.

"Do you have any supplies yet?" asked Narcissa. The little girl just shook her head to the side. Narcissa side and turned around. "Okay, we'll go get you some robes first, since at your age I'm guessing you out grew your old ones."

As Narcissa tried to walk away she was stopped short by a tiny hand reaching out and grabbing hers tightly. She turned around to see the little girl blushing sheepishly up at her. She gave another sigh, smiled slightly, tightened her hand around the little girl's and led her to a shop to get fitted for some robes.

The fitting went quickly as the little girl was very cooperative, allowing the shop keeper to find her sizes quickly. Narcissa also got herself some nice robes, and made sure that the Gryffindor girl's robes were of suitably high quality. So that they didn't have to carry everything around, Narcissa made sure that everything would be delivered to their respective homes. The little girl said her address when prompted, along with her name.

"Lily," she answered. "Lily Evans."

"Ok Lily," replied the shopkeeper in a friendly tone. "I'll have this made up and sent to your address. Would you like your name stitched onto the robes also?"

"Yes please," replied Lily politely.

"Oh, what nice manners!" laughed the shopkeeper. She looked at Nacissa, a smile on her face. "You're keeping such nice company today Ms. Black."

"Yes," replied Narcissa with a small smile. Lily blushed bright red, turning away to try to keep some dignity.

"Much better than that dirty older sister of yours," said the shopkeeper in a conspiratorial fake whisper. "What is that Andromeda thinking? We all heard the news, the Blacks are such a well-respected family and something like this has to come about. It's tragic, your poor mother must be all torn up!"

At this point Narcissa was starting to feel uncomfortable since she knew what the shopkeeper was alluding to. Lily on the other hand was just getting curious by all the secretive phrasing and half statements.

"What happened?" piped up Lily, interested and curious.

"Nothing important," cut it Narcissa, grabbing Lily's hand to try to pull her away from the store, but the shopkeeper was in full gossip mode now, and leaned down conspiratorially to whisper at the little girl.

"Miss Andromeda Black went and married a mudblood, can you believe it!" cried the shopkeeper. "Such a foolish little girl, going off and hurting her family by defiling herself like that!"

"We'll be going now," said Narcissa firmly, pulling Lily away from the excited shopkeeper. "Thank you for the lovely robes, we'll be looking forward to their arrival later."

"Have a good one Ms. Black!" yelled the shopkeeper. "I bet your sister is having a dirty half-blood child as we speak! The shame!"

Narcissa pulled Lily roughly onto Diagon Alley and dragged her down past several shops that they would no doubt need to visit soon for supplies. She ignored everything else, a path clearing itself just by her very presence, and she led Lily into a loud pub. She walked right up to the counter, ordered two butter beers, grabbed both in one hand, somehow managing to not spill a single drop, and dropped them down on an empty table in the corner. She gestured to Lily, who had an uncharacteristically stoic expression on her face, to sit down and grab one of the drinks. She herself sat down and took a large, unladylike swig, enjoying as the liquid flowed smoothly down her throat, warming her up inside. She took a second large swig, closing her eyes in enjoyment of the drink, and when she opened them she saw Lily studying her, her own drink untouched.

"Go on," urged Narcissa, gesturing to the full mug with her half-finished one. "It's not alcoholic, or poisonous, and it's definitely better than what you'd find in a muggle shop."

"Are you okay?" asked Lily, not touching her drink yet.

"Me?" asked Narcissa, surprised at the question. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You seemed….distressed by that lady's words."

"It's you I'm worried about," replied Narcissa, taking another quick sip and swallowing it. "I'd you have rather not heard any of that."

"Are you ashamed of your sister?" asked Lily, her voice small, embarrassed and curious. She seemed to be making a large effort to not divert her eyes down from Narcissa.

"I just didn't think you needed to hear someone talking bad about mud-muggles," replied Narcissa, catching herself.

"I didn't like hearing it…" admitted Lily, tears coming out of her eyes. "But why didn't you defend your sister?"

"Defend her?" asked Narcissa, confused. "Andromeda?"

"Yes, to the lady in the shop. Shouldn't you have defended your sister from all the bad things she was saying? Do you not love your sister?"

"I love my sister," replied Narcissa dully.

"But then why didn't you defend her?" pressed Lily, honestly curious.

"Because, she's been disowned by the family," replied Narcissa. She knew she shouldn't be talking to a stranger about this, a stranger who was probably going to burst into tears from the world of adults, but she just wanted to at this point.

"Disowned?"

"Yes. She's not recognized as a part of the Black family anymore."

"But why?"

"Because she married a muggle."

"And that got her disowned? Is he a criminal or something?"

"No, just a regular man."

"Then why-"

"Because that's just how my bloody family works!" yelled Narcissa, her cries reaching only Lily in the din of the pub. "All it takes is one mistake, one wrong move that doesn't follow our tradition of "Toujours pur", or at least my mother's opinion of what it means to be "always pure", and you're disowned! A flick of the wand and you're cut off from the life you once knew, your face on our family tree blown clear off!"

Lily just studied her for another moment, looking confused, then spoke up. "None of that makes sense."

"You bet it bloody well doesn't," muttered Narcissa darkly. "Find a pure blood husband to marry, they don't have to be nice, just pure blood and maybe a little not pathetic, and have lots of pure blood children. Don't fraternize with Muggles, squibs, half-bloods or Weasleys. Honestly, just having accompanied you around Diagon Alley could get me in trouble with the dreadful mood mother has been in the last several years."

"But why?" asked Lily.

"Because the people who run my family think it does make sense. Have your parents ever done something you thought absurd that they thought made sense?"

"No," admitted Lily.

"Then I can't help you to understand it," said Narcissa with a sigh. She returned to drinking her butter beer. Lily took small, quick sips of her own drink. They just sat there in silence for almost a half hour just drinking amid the din of the pub. After both their drinks were done, in silent agreement they stood up and walked back out onto Diagon Alley.

They worked quickly and with few words down the list of supplies they both needed. At each store Narcissa paid before Lily had a chance to. She kept trying to beat the older witch to it, but couldn't manage. It started to become a playful game, and smiles started to return to their faces. It was at the final store of the day, while buying potion supplies, that Lily finally got the jump on her. Narcissa managed to purchase everything they both needed, handing over money smugly to the shop keeper. She glanced gloatingly at Lily only to find that the girl wasn't by her side anymore. The feeling of not being with someone she had spent all day next to was weird. As the shop keeper slowly tallied everything up and asked for payment, Narcissa started to get worried. What if, in the moment she hadn't been looking something bad had happened to the little girl? She wasn't her responsibility, not officially. She didn't need to care about what happened to Lily, but she found that she did. As she started to get antsy at the time it was taking to pay the shopkeeper, suddenly she felt a tug on her sleeve. Looking down she saw Lily, smiling up at her, two large lollipops, one in each hand.

"I got you this," said Lily cheerfully. "And I paid for it myself this time."

Narcissa could only stare at the girl in bewilderment for several moments before she started to laugh, a deep, cheerful, heartfelt laugh. Lily and the shopkeeper looked at her in surprise as she laughed, tears starting to pour down her cheeks. She handed the last of the money to the shopkeeper and managed to get herself under control. She wiped away the tears with her sleeve and put her other hand on top of Lily's head.

"Looks like you beat me this time," smiled Narcissa. "Thank you."

Lily just beamed up at her.

Narcissa didn't feel sad as she packed up her trunk for the final time. Her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was at a close. No more would she walk the winding halls and converse with the ghosts or professors that occupied them. She wouldn't walk around the beautiful grounds, the dark forest surrounding it not diminishing anything. She'd be separated from the delicious food that couldn't be beat anywhere in England. And for most of them this would be the last time she saw the students of the school. But none of this made her sad, just annoyed. She liked the experience of being at Hogwarts, it had led to many of the best memories of her life. If she had any kids, she'd no doubt make sure they attended the school.

She was most annoyed by the lack of freedom she was about to experience. Schools limited the environment that someone was in compared to the larger world outside of them, but for Narcissa it was free of all the social obligations she'd now have to attend to. She'd need to attend to things around her family house, although that would just be in appearances since there were house elves for the real work, leaving her nothing to do and no where she could go. Next would eventually be marriage, a different type of confinement. She might get some freedom once she bore children and had to raise them. That would be left to her, since the house elves were too filthy to handle such an important task as raising the next generation; although some pure blooded witch (or possibly half-blooded, although it wouldn't be discussed) would be tasked with raising her children. Eventually they would all go off to Hogwarts, one by one and there would be once again nothing to do. It was not a thrilling proposition.

As Narcissa rummaged through her stuff, organizing and packing everything, her hand brushed against a small piece of metal. She took it out and saw that is was a small flower shaped metal pendant attached to a metal chain. It had six petals surrounding a center core into which the initials N.B. had been carved. She looked quizzically at the daffodil pendant since it was also known by another name, narcissus. It was the root for her own name and definitely meant for her, but it wasn't something she had ever seen before. Flipping over the pendant she saw that some small words had been carved into the back of it.

'For a friend; from a fellow flower; Cokeworth, England; L.E.'

Narcissa marveled at the precision it had to have taken to have carved such small words into the pendant, even with magic. A smile graced her lips at the gift, and at the person she knew had given it to her. She'd never visit the address on the back; that much she knew, but the gift did make her happy. She did resolve to punish a certain 2nd year boy for having snuck into her room and rummaged among her stuff to deliver it though.