Melony Stilinski<br/><br/><br/><br/>Melony Stilinski stood in the grand hall of Hogwarts. She remembered when she was little what it felt like to be sorted into a house and meeting new friends. But she grew upset when the thought of Lord Voldemort crept into her mind. It had been 20 years since that happened, and in those 20 years, she was placed as Headmistress in the spot that her dear Headmaster Dumbledore once upheld. To be honest, she had no idea why she was Headmistress, there were so many others that would fit the profile perfectly. But she didn't question the Ministry of Magic.<br/><br/><br/><br/>With a sigh, Melony glanced around the grand hall. She let out a smile, proud of the work she put in while helping restore Hogwarts to its former glory. She then realized that she was alone in the hall, her daughter must've snuck off. With a sigh and eye roll she left the hall to her new office, wondering where her daughter had gotten to.<br/><br/><br/>Anastasia Stilinski<br/><br/><br/>Anastasia is the daughter of the Headmistress and one of the top students in Slytherin house. She sighed as she walked through the deserted halls of Hogwarts, she had already been to Diagon Alley, but being the daughter of a Headmistress, she was dragged along to Hogwarts a month before the students and teachers showed up. She gave a sigh as she peaked her head into the Slytherin room where she had already chosen her bed. She wondered who she would be rooming with. Anastasia was alone in Hogwarts save for her mother, but she would admit that it would be nice for some kids her age to be there. She shifted her different eye colored gaze around the room before walking away and down the long hallway.<br/><br/><br/>Winnie Quinn<br/><br/><br/>Winnie was up in her room. She had already started packing for Hogwarts a while ago, and she was almost finished. But for now, all she did was sit in silence on her bed. Well the room was filled with silence, Winnie's ears were not, she had her ear buds in and music turned up loud. This was her way of dealing with stress and anxiety; music and her cat.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Saigon jumped on her lap and gave a small meow. The lynx point Siamese was adorable with his big blue and crossed eyes. He was her baby, after all, she did save him from the harsh winter. Winnie was so much in her music that she did not hear the knock at her door. Her mother poked her head in and smiled at her daughter, she was just checking up on her, for she had strong depression. Ever since she saw her father murdered, she had always been depressed and was always having panic attacks. She suffered from night terrors. The worst kind of nightmare. Often at night, Winnie would wake up screaming, from reseeing her father get murdered right in front of her young eyes.