If it is true that personality can be inherited in this world, then the inheritance of the Snape family is probably that "the son is more like the father", while Tia, the unknown daughter, is more like the mother.
Of course, this is not obvious at all.
Because the weakness of Eileen Snape back then... or rather Eileen Prince was only engraved in her bones, but on the surface, it actually appeared surly - many times, a person's appearance will always give People make more first impressions, don't they
What's more, Tia and Severus's mother actually didn't talk much in front of her.
So, yes, Tia is definitely more motherly - she's a bit wimpy at heart. Moreover, even though she is equally dull and talkative, her appearance is less aggressive than her mother's, which makes her easier to bully.
But in the final analysis, neither her mother Irene nor Tia herself, nor their truly surly husband, or their father whom they have never met, are fools.
Like her brother who was separated since childhood in another country, Tia is also very smart, but it is just hidden by her weakness that has always been infinitely magnified.
At this moment, facing a strange stranger who would make anyone feel uneasy or even afraid, Tia was equally trembling, but she never stopped thinking. Even though she had just woken up from her sleep, even though it would take some time for her to reach the age of eleven, her thinking was clear from beginning to end.
"...Is it you who drove Johnny and the others away during the day?"
It was clear that the little girl in front of her was exuding fear all the time, but the "one" outside the window found that her already shaky sanity seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Yes, it's like a person has been forced to the edge of a cliff, and even one foot is hanging outside. This person who looks extremely dangerous actually stands there without falling.
To be honest, when this already unusual situation happens to a seemingly timid and weak little girl... it becomes even more special.
"This is indeed a very special child."
The man outside the window thought so at that time.
The moment of speculation did not take much time. Soon, Little Tia heard the unreal figure outside the window cough lightly and said softly:
"Miss Prince, yes, you guessed it right... Of course, it's just a trivial matter to me, you don't have to worry about anything."
"Sister Talisa said that gratitude should be repaid, just as our Lord has given us joy and peace, we should say goodbye to yesterday, believe in our Lord and spread the gospel for the beauty of today and tomorrow."
Tia was still a child after all, and she might have her own thoughts, but as she spoke, she unconsciously recited the words of the pastoral nun word for word.
It's a pity that she completely chose the wrong person this time, because the person standing in front of her at this time was a wizard.
"Oh, I've heard about evangelicals and so on... Well, in short, it's still the same - do you want to leave here? Miss Prince, you actually have some special potential. So I think you should leave Here, go to a school called 'Ilvermorny'... That's right, just like your biological mother, go to a... magic school that can teach you how to use the power in your body!"
To be precise, Tia's mother Eileen Prince went to Hogwarts instead of Ilvermorny. But so what? In the UK, go to Hogwarts, and in the US, of course, go to Ilvermorny.
"Magic... school?" Tia, who was already a little confused, suddenly became more confused.
"Yes, magic school." The other party seemed to smile, "In fact, you were born to be a wizard - your mother was, and so are you."
"...Wizard?" Little Tia looked even more confused.
"Well, maybe it's time to introduce yourself - I'm John Stewart, a member of the 'Mason's Workshop'... Oh, you won't understand, so in other words, I am this year's student of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..." Guiding people'...well, I mean, one."
Obviously, this is the John of that year.
More than ten years ago, he was not a very reliable person; and more than ten years later, when he crossed the Atlantic to Italy to try to meet Snape, he seemed to have naturally become a very unreliable person. middle-aged people.
The titles he was talking about at this time were actually of no use. In fact, he was just a new Ilvermorny orientation worker who was sent out from the "workshop" that year.
The family that has been inherited from the founder has become an independent department. This research institute has always been affiliated with Ilvermorny. Every year, it also needs to do some small work for Ilvermorny to more or less maintain their relationship with Ilvermorny. Good relationship between teachers and students at Moni. The Stewart Family Research Institute, which was founded by special inherited talents, has actually not had an easy life over the years.
"In other words, I should go to the place you mentioned..."
"Ilvermorny."
"Yes, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... should I go there to learn how to be a wizard...?"
Although she was still a little timid, after such a short period of adaptation, Tia finally spoke more smoothly. She muttered quietly, reluctantly accepting this fact - if this was actually a lie, it would be too unrealistic, not to mention that the target of the deception was only an orphan in a church orphanage.
Just as Tia was thinking this, suddenly, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"The evening before yesterday... I broke a thermos."
It was a little strange, because little Tia suddenly mentioned a very insignificant thing at this moment. Even to herself, it was not a small matter, because she had just been punished for it yesterday morning.
But soon, he saw John standing in the darkness outside the window, seemingly nodding slightly.
"You think about it, yes... that's actually normal. Maybe you haven't experienced it - you definitely haven't experienced it, but in fact, that's what happens to every little wizard, but the actual details are different. That's all... a hot water bottle flew up on its own, and compared with those that are more powerful, you are nothing at all."
Saying this, in the darkness, John suddenly took out his wand from his pocket and touched it lightly on the window sill in front of him. The next moment, the window sill made of masonry and cement immediately separated on both sides, completely exposing his true appearance to Little Tia's field of vision.
"Want to go for a walk? I can take you flying for a while - my Quidditch flying skills are not bad!" John said with a heartless smile.