Really, I'm eleven years old. I should be able to go shopping in Diagon Alley by myself by now, but my mother seems to think that my sister Liana should come along and 'supervise' me, whatever that means. I love Lia, but she's always so...perfect. And anyway, what kind of trouble does she think I'm going to get into? Associating with Mudbloods and blood-traitors? Ha! Not likely.