Pureblood. Something that defined me. I loved it. It made me feel as though I had a purpose in life, to continue on our traditions of making sure the purity of House Black remained. I would do them proud. I would marry someone respectable, someone who had pureblood, not a drop of impure blood in them.
Callidora was shyer than me. She shied from the attention that being a Black brought us while I readily welcomed it, loving it. I lived for the social functions, loving the excuse that was there to meet people while chatting about the current events in our perfect society, learning about the latest pureblood marriages, knowing that I would soon be one of the ones who were spoken about.
I had seen him before, but he hadn't seen me. He was the handsomest man I had ever seen, a small crush having taken hold when I was but fourteen and he was in his early twenties, the worst kind of longing for such a relationship was forbidden and with good reason.
31st December 1973, the Winter Ball, was when everything changed. He noticed me, and everything changed. giving me the opportunity to make my family proud as I began to descent towards fulfilling our old, family traditions.
