Your mother. The one who leads this family with an iron fist in a velvet glove. Elegant, composed, calculating, your mother doesn’t believe in a socially accepted peace between fairies and witches. She wants nothing more than to maintain her family’s position at the top, and her grudges blind her. She loves her children, in a twisted way, but she has always loved her status more. She is tall, and only wears luxurious clothes, making sure that all eyes are turned to her.
Your father. He married Beatrice out of obligation, but he has learned to love her. He mostly follows her lead when it comes to social games. He’s an intellectual whose ambitions went beyond his family’s, a lineage of powerful spellcasters whose name was starting to fade into nothingness. His marriage to Beatrice Fauneus gave him back influence, but he seems to have lost his young illusions.
Aradia is your grandmother on Beatrice’s side. She is an eccentric in her own family, and even her own daughter disapproves. She had four children with a rich wizard, until he left her for another woman. The whole affair was buried to not taint the family’s name, and she despises the appearances she has to keep up with. Aradia believes a truce would benefit everyone.
Trevis is your older brother by six years. A quiet boy, his magic stayed immature, to the shame of your family. You two used to be very close, and you have warm memories of him. But since your parents’ favoritism placed you as the heir of your family, he has been distant. He barely looks at you, and when he does, there is pain and regret. Maybe you can save this relationship, or leave it behind forever.
Henry is your younger brother, born when you were 8 years old. Doe-eyed and a little clingy, you fear he’s too soft-hearted for your family’s ways. You hope you won’t be the Trevis to him, and you try your best to shower him in gifts and attention. You’re his hero.