“You’re a what?” asked Erin after seeing her biological mother’s sister for the very first time. She was undeniably a different breed. When her mother was as neat, clean and casual as anyone would see, Aunt Marie seemed to be looking like she had no liking in making herself presentable to anyone. Hence, she hadn’t had any inclination to men, ever. If she were to compare her mother to Aunt Marie, the slight resemblance was there but there was no doubt Aunt Marie was prettier than her mother.

“An Animagus,” Aunt Marie uttered proudly.

“An unregistred Animagus,” Erin’s mother added.