Heirthynes

Lillian Valentine was unlike anyone the wizarding world had seen for centuries. Whispers traveled through dusty libraries and firelit common rooms that she belonged to a lineage thought long extinguished-the Heirthyne, a rare and enigmatic race rumored to be fragments of angels who once walked among mortals. Many dismissed such tales as bedtime myths, yet one glance at her was enough to stir unease and wonder. Her porcelain skin glowed faintly as though lit from within, her silvery-white hair spilling down her back like moonlight, and her pale, piercing eyes carried a weight far older than her years. Some said the Heirthyne were wiped out in ancient wars between dark and light, their remnants lost to time. Yet here she was, breathing, watching, a living contradiction of history's certainty-and with her arrival, the old rumors began to stir once more.