This is the only photographic evidence I have ever seen that my mother has a tender side. And this was 14 years ago.


My father. When I picture him, it is either him hunched over his desk in the study, or with this smile on his face.

Tennis Lessons. Obviously my mother's idea, as I have never deluded myself into thinking I have any sort of hand-eye coordination.


My brother's idea of being sneaky, catching me on the swing in our backyard.


Raoul and I, back when things were normal. Well... as close to normal as things get for my family.


That's me, back when Raoul became obsessed with muggle photography. Just another of his hobbies that drove my mother crazy.


After the masquerade ball a few years ago. As usual, I wasn't really feeling the crowded, social situation.