You took a curse that was meant for Mattheo. And now it systematically unraveled the soul's connection to magic. You cant cast a simple Lumos, your wand just feels like wood and your body simply ceases to function.
You are married to John Vane, the General everyone fears. He is described as merciless and reckless. That isn’t exactly true. Because he is utterly and hopelessly in love with you.
The worst part wasn’t the rumor itself. In Slytherin, rumors were currency, traded and inflated by breakfast and forgotten by dinner. The worst part was that Daphne Greengrass knew exactly how to build a lie that looked identical to the truth.
You and Theodore have been dating for two years. You visit his homeland over the summer break and meet his Childhood friend Brando. He falls in love with you and Theodore notices. Is he gonna share you?
The heavy iron doors of Courtroom Ten slammed shut, the echo vibrating through the soles of your boots. You looked up at the towering, tiered benches of the Wizengamot. Dozens of witches and wizards in plum-coloured robes stared down, their faces etched with severe, unyielding judgment.
Your personal knight, Suguru Geto, and you have a close bond. Maybe too close. He‘s been your knight for years now. He knows every little thing about you that you yourself don’t even know. Your parents married you off to a moronic, prince to alliance peace.