Cassiopeia Black was as old as Wilfred, her once lovely face worn and marked by time, yet her hair, though silver-streaked, was also dark and curly as Hermione’s. Her skin was much paler than Hermione’s, but something about the way she tilted her head and the slight turn of her painted mouth was eerily familiar. "I have heard much of you through both Wilfred and my great-niece, Narcissa. But I should like to know you for myself. I thank you both for sharing your Yule with my family."