I don't know, I think I was always born to be the older sister, not the younger.

[She's too bossy to be the younger after all. But she follows Arthur calmly, the ball of light following her and lighting up the shadows. The cracks catch her attention here and there, but Arthur keeps moving and so does she.

And it's worth it once she sees what he was referring to. Stopping, with a soft gasp she can't help but stare, trying to work out mentally what the shapes are]

Oh... It's beautiful. I'm so jealous, Ravenclaw tower has nothing that even compares to this.