“My uncle kicked me and my little brother out into the freezing rain, stripping away everything we owned. He transferred my parents' entire bank vault to my "perfect" cousin Emmie, claiming my expulsion from the academy made me a disgrace. He threw a pathetic pouch of coins at my feet as "charity" and ordered me never to use the family name again. Emmie put on a fake show of pity, though her eyes gleamed with triumphant delight as her house-elves moved her things into my parents' room. "Sister, where will you and Greyson go in this rain?" In the eyes of the magical elite, I was just a destitute, ruined orphan dragging a kid along. At the underground auction, the pure-bloods laughed at my faded robes, mocking me when I dared to bid against Burrell Black, the wealthiest heir in our world. A group of drunken aristocrats even cornered us in an alley, drawing their wands and thinking they could easily bully a penniless girl. They all thought I was a powerless outcast who had lost everything. They didn't know my expulsion was just because I got bored, or that I was actually "Silver Fox," the uncrowned king of the curse-breaking underworld. I casually disarmed all five pure-bloods in under two seconds with a flick of a cheap willow wand. As Burrell Black watched me from his VIP balcony in absolute shock, I smiled. It was time to get back what was ours.”