“And I, am Romulan. Roxi Romulan. Born in Blackpool and abandoned by my parents. Such a happy childhood, eh? Everybody gossips about me, but especially about my eyes. The red is supposed to be a gene inherited by my father.”

Once I had said that, the Marauders nodded their heads to themselves. Evans, on the other hand, seemed to still be confused.

“Romulan? I’ve heard that name before,” Evans mumbled.

“Oh, that would be my twin brother, Lucifer.”

“Roxi, what happened to you?” Her high and whiny voice actually made me laugh at the situation.

“Don’t worry about me, Myrtle. I’ll be fine.”

“I do hope so. Oh,” she whispered as she turned to the doorway. “Somebody is coming. A boy, and a handsome one at that.” And with that word, she disappeared.