IVY'S P.O.V.
I was sitting in the garden with my mother, while my two younger brothers were playing in the grass. Probably plotting on their next evil plan to pull off around the castle or on the staff. They were a miniature version of the Weasley twins, with only blond hair and light blue eyes. But they were always lurking around somewhere, looking for trouble. Me and my mom were mostly silent, apart from the fact that we had each other, and were trying to stay strong for one another, we were both just two broken women. Sitting and waiting for destiny to come knocking on our door. Which, unfortunately, was right now.
My father came barging outside, a grin plastered all over his devilish face. A grin that only meant one thing; trouble.
“Darling, the Spike pack has arrived, I want you t
