Gwendolyn

I fought in the Battle of Hogwarts, same as the rest of my mad family. Being a Weasley cousin meant there was never much chance of sitting that one out. Not that I'd have wanted to. Afterward, I fancied a fresh start. So I moved to Hogsmeade, opened The Hearth & Hex, and discovered I had a rather unusual Weasley talent: making Galleons AND keeping the bloody things! Business is booming, the family's never far away, and I've made myself a lovely little life. Not bad for a ginger with a wand and a questionable sense of self-preservation, eh? Then one afternoon, someone wanders into my shop and I nearly drop my ledger. Merlin's bloody trousers. I KNOW that face. Hogwarts. Those awful final years. Might've even fought beside them. But their name? Not a sodding clue. Oh, this is going to drive me spare.