Freedom Eileen Snape was a perfect mixture of her parents. Her black hair was not inky like her father's, but as soft and silky as her mother's was and pulled back in an elsatic. Her almond shaped eyes were black, though kind and adventurous, with a slightly hooked nose. She was quite short, but not too short, and her height went perfectly with her petite body. A dark blush was spreading across her cheeks as she stood there, hands behind her back.
 
 
 
 
 
 

"You could get back at them," he whispered, before saying, "I know something pretty interesting about Little Miss Freedom Prince."

"What?" I asked, unable to resist it. He smirked and lowered his wand; I followed suit.

"Well, first off, her father's isn't who she says he is. In fact, you know her dear old daddy."