Prologue
Growing up in the shadow of her oldest siblings wasn't' always easy, their accomplishments always outshone those of Regina's. When she got outstanding on a potions exam, the usual congratulations and dinner soon followed. However, when Mark or Emily got outstandings in options: dinner, presents, and the occasional new broomstick soon followed. She tried she really did. But no matter how hard she tried she would never live up to their standard. Sure they weren't as popular as her, nor have as many friends; but they did no how to make her parents proud, all she ever really wanted.
Their mansion was three stories high, overlooking the lake with a yacht. Her dad David inherited the house and money from her grandfather after he died.
Every summer they would swim in their massive pool. Kids all over the neighborhood would come over to slide down their water slide or swim to their underground grotto. What she loved most was the under passage that lea to old documents, scrolls and book; she loved to solve them and go through them with her friends at Llvermorrorny. Her house was built in the late 16th century, passed down from generation to generation; bewitched to look new, grand and spectacular, to blend in with the talkative no-maj's.
She lived a pretty normal life until she got news about her aunt. They were close, although not has close as her grandmother. Her aunt lived in the guest house for quit some time after her husband died. She was an archaeologist, who loved to travel the world and explore ancient cities. Often coming home with rare coins from her travels. She always told amazing stories about what she had discovered. She would often take Regina to the grand openings of exhibits she had discovered.
So when she got a call one day in Charms about her Aunt Beatrice missing in England, she took it upon herself to investigate. Shortly before her disappearance, she had received a letter from her Aunt Beatrice, about an update from her two-month archeology dig. She decided to look at the note again, hoping to find some sort of clue to as what happened.
July 20, 2005
Dear Regina,
Congratulations on a job well done in Defence Against the Dark Art! I heard you are getting lots of Outstandings this year, hope you keep up the good work. I can't reveal much now, but let me just tell you it's a sight to behold. We care currently taking a break from out big discovery and visiting Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I don't know when I will be able to write soon, so I wish you luck on your next big adventure.
Your Aunt Beatrice
Five days before her disappearance, she had kept repeating to herself, hoping that it would lead to some clue, but nothing came.
Then one mid-fall day, Llivermorny posted a notice up in the common rooms offering a chance for a student to go study abroad at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft of Wizardry. She decided to take it, determined to find her aunt and to finally gain recognition for all of her hard work, prove herself to her parents. Only a few new her true intentions on why she was going. She confided in her parents on saying telling them that she wanted to learn about different cultures in the wizarding world. He friends and her grandmother, on the other hand, wished her luck on finding her her Aunt Beatrice. So she packed up her things; along with old books and scrolls, she had collected in the past few years and set off.
