03 June, 1888
— Miss Scrimgeour —
He never laid a hand on you nor Julius because he considered you his children. To him, I was the poor, dirty "mudblood" child he graciously offered a home to. I was blood, but I wasn't
family. Don't pretend like his behavior began recently; he's
always disliked me.
Becoming a healer was so important to me not because of the position itself, but because it was the one thing I wanted to have a
choice in, Araminta! If I were with the Drapers, I would have had difference choices taken from me, but at the end of the day I could have returned home to a family that loved me! They're
dead now, which I suppose you think is a good serving of justice for the girl who ruined
your reputation.
You may be my twin, but you're no sister.
— Miss Draper —