Nina's spine curved as she leaned forward and laid her arms across her knees. "I once told Tom Riddle that I am a wolf, and I told him I refused to be one of his sheep. I still refuse to be a sheep, understand, but you? You, Hermione Granger, I will follow." Nina said this as if there were no other conclusion, no other possibility. "You created me; I was born to be your right hand, your confidante, and one day, if you'll have me, your friend."