For the Yearly Events Thread [Character Collection] on the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Forum.

Callidora Longbottom née Black (1915 - Unknown)

Cedrella was pouring over an Astronomy essay when her table jolted, the movement tipping her ink pot and pouring black ink over the parchment. Her head snapped up, ready to scold the culprit, but the words died on the tip of her tongue.

"Callidora!" She gave a frustrated huff. "That's due tomorrow."

Her sister pulled out her wand. With a quick wave of her hand, the ink stain disappeared without a trace, leaving only the flourishes of Cedrella's neat cursive behind.

"We need to talk."

Cedrella raised an eyebrow. "About?"

"About Septimus Weasley."

And all of a sudden, Callidora had Cedrella's full attention. She looked up at her sister, bracing for impact.

"Charis told you."

"Charis told me that she saw you and Weasley looking very friendly," said Callidora, her voice clipped. "It's not proper. To be sneaking around the grounds? Alone? People will talk."

"We're careful."

"Not careful enough if Charis caught you." Then with a frustrated sigh, she said, "And he's a Weasley."

"I'm aware of that."

Callidora pursed her lips and placed her hands on her hips. If it had been under any other circumstance, Cedrella might have laughed. With black hair down to her waist and eyes narrowed, the eldest Black sister was looking more and more like her mother each day.

"You can't fraternise with a Weasley, Cedrella."

Apparently, she was also beginning to sound more and more like her mother day as well.

"He's nice," Cedrella insisted. "If you met him, you'd like him."

"Unlikely."

"You would."

"It doesn't matter!" exclaimed Callidora. "It doesn't if you think nice or handsome. Or if you think we'd get alone. He's a Weasley. Our parents would never approve. Whatever relationship you think you have with him, you need to end."

"Cal—"

"No." Her voice was firm. "This is not a discussion."

"I love him."

Callidora's eyes went wide. "You do not."

"I do!"

"You can't."

Cedrella's eyes began to well with tears. She stood abruptly, quickly shoving her essay into her bag. Ignoring her sister's protests, she scurried through the library stacks. She had, of course, always known that even talking to Septimus Weasley was a bad idea. But she had hoped that her sisters, at least, would understand.

It didn't seem like they did.