Summary
"Now, remember your upbringing." Aziah could only roll her eyes, "Yes, yes pureblood etiquette, uphold the family name, of course of course." She turned to stalk of towards the train before being stopped by her mother. "And Zia? No boys." The war is over and the next generation swarms Hogwarts, with its very own mini Marauders, silver trio, quidditch scandals and boy drama.