Those eyes, as deep and dark as the soul of the witch they belonged to. She would never forget them. Nor would she ever forget the sound of her shrill cackling. As a child, she had read stories of witches who liked to eat children like her. She had convinced herself that they were just stories meant to scare people, and that they weren’t true; a theory that was reinforced when she came to Hogwarts and found out that witches were in fact real.