By the time they had taken their OWLs, it was clear they did not require to study further: Both twins were exceptionally brilliant, and five years of study had already polished their talents to the extreme.

At the beginning of their sixth year, one of the twins dropped out of Revour. The second of these twins instantly followed suit and, luck and skill both favouring her, immediately found a job as an Unspeakable. And she, the second twin, wanted her sister to do the same: find a job for herself.

“What,” the second twin – the wiser, quieter and more thoughtful of the two – asked. “Will you do at home all day? You know your magic is more powerful than mine. You could get a better job, and find more success.”

But, try as the second might, the first twin –- the deeper, more powerful and more innocent - so much more innocent! - looking one –- would not yield. She spent more and more of her time in libraries and empty rooms, reading great books, and inventing and practicing spells and powerful magic.

- She spent more and more of her time in places the second twin knew naught of.


They were still two sisters who were the best of friends, now with a house and many other things of their own. They still shared their feelings, and they still laughed and cried together, as one heart in two bodies. But, though the second did not, the first twin knew that things were not the same: there was a wall between them now, a secret between that was the first twin’s only.

For, on her sixteenth birthday, Jenna White had become a death eater.