Narcissa | Cassiopeia
I used to have a little brother. His magic never came in properly. He tried so hard - we all did, all the time, to make it work, but it never did.
My second year at Hogwarts I came home from the holiday and he was just gone. His room had been completely redecorated. I asked my father and he told me never to mention him again. And I didn't, because - well, nobody knows how that sort of thing happens, but it shouldn't in a pureblood family, and I didn't want people gossiping about my mother or making nasty remarks. And I didn't have any choice about it, anyway.
I liked to imagine that he'd gone to live with another family somewhere, where what he couldn't do didn't matter. But I don't know.
Then there are people like Andromeda and Sirius who have everything and they act like petulant children and complain about having to do anything they don't like. My brother tried so hard to meet the family's expectations and it still wasn't enough. They don't try at all, don't even want to. If they don't hate our family, they give a very good impression of it, and they still get people making excuses for them and wanting them to be part of things. I don't understand it.