You get about half way to the bookworm when you realise how bad an idea this was: while you may be a Ravenclaw, almost your entire family had been Slytherin, and Gryffindor's weren't exactly known for giving anything related to Slytherin much thought. Add to that your Death Eater relatives and the Gryffindor muggle born would most likely crush you or keep you as a toy as soon as she heard your name. Sighing you altered your course and instead headed for the door of the library, it seemed your sisters really were your only real option after all.
You already knew this was going to be an ordeal, you didn't know their timetable so the only place you'd be guaranteed to find them was the dungeons, which was quite a few floors down, practically Hell at your size but you had to do it to find them.
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