House: Ravenclaw | 6th Year Birthday: August 22 Lineage: Pureblood Height: 5’2 Ethnicity: Spanish/British

Nikia “Niki” Ellery Lensworth was born into a well-known pure-blood family, one that upheld tradition with quiet dignity rather than extravagant displays of wealth. Her childhood was structured yet warm—her parents, though busy, instilled in her the value of hard work and perseverance. They believed that success was not inherited but earned, and Niki grew up watching them tirelessly dedicate themselves to their careers.

Her mother, a sharp and charismatic journalist from Madrid, Spain, had once been a star student at Beauxbatons before moving to Hogsmeade to pursue a position at The Daily Prophet. Now its esteemed editor, she commanded the paper with intelligence and precision. Niki's father, a former Slytherin, works in the Ministry’s Investigative Department under Magical Law Enforcement, his days filled with writing reports on dark wizard activity, piecing together crimes from ink and parchment.

Despite their demanding careers, Niki's parents ensured she and her older brother were raised with love, discipline, and the weight of expectation. The Lensworths valued family legacy, tradition, and the importance of pure-blood lineage. While her father was firm in his beliefs, he never forced them upon others, and Niki, though raised with these values, never saw them as a reason to judge those who did not share them.

Her parents’ constant absence at work left a noticeable void in her childhood, one that was filled by her older brother. Two years her senior, he was her anchor—her protector, her best friend, the one who always made sure she wasn’t left behind. But unlike Niki, who had always felt at home in Ravenclaw, her brother had been sorted into Hufflepuff, a house that never quite fit him— A house he didn’t want to be part of. He wanted to follow his father’s legacy as a Slytherin and found himself struggling with the new identity of being a Hufflepuff forced upon him. And as the years passed, his frustrations grew.

At first, it was small things—coming home later than usual, spending more time in the shadows than the sun. Then, it became noticeable. The secrecy. The coldness. The wounds.

Niki had always been sharp, always observant. She saw the bruises, the gashes, the way his once-playful smirk had faded into something hardened and unreadable. She asked questions, but he deflected, laughing off her concerns with vague reassurances. And she believed him. Because he was her brother. Because he had never let anything hurt her before—why would he start now?

But the truth was far darker than she ever could have imagined.

Her brother had been lured into the company of dark wizards, finding solace in the very magic their father had spent his career investigating. The boy who had once been her greatest ally was now slipping into a world she couldn't reach. The final fracture came in the form of a letter—an owl sent to Quinn in the dead of night, a cryptic plea:

"Take care of Niki."