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❤️‍🔥 beautiful Ale by my platonic wife @savingsallow ❤️‍🔥 gorgeous screenshots by our lovely friend @girl-named-matty

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They looked at each other, and it felt like finding a familiar star in a boundless sky. 🌟

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[FANTASTIC shots by: @girl-named-matty 📸]

🐦‍⬛ Elizabeth 'Ellie' Crawford belongs to my wife @accio-bagel! 💚

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[Enter: Night Ver. ♥︎]

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[INCREDIBLE shots by pookie: @girl-named-matty 📸]

Callan 'Cal' Gaunt (M!OC) belongs to @girl-named-matty, too! 💚

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"...my world becomes instantly brighter with you in it."

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[incredible shots by my friend! : @girl-named-matty 📸]

Callan 'Cal' Gaunt (M!OC) belongs to @girl-named-matty, too! 💚

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— Get to know Ale! ☀️

[Alejandro Salvatori: A Detailed OC Guide for Dummies]

Key Facts:

☀️ Full Name: Alejandro Lúcido Salvatori

Alejandro means "defender of the people" or "protector of mankind"

☀️ Nickname(s): Ale, Ginger Ale, Sandro

• Prefers to be called by his last name, but his friends call him Sandro or Alejandro.

• Hated being called Ale but warms up to the idea during his 5th year at Hogwarts.

☀️ Birthday: August 8, 1875 (1:23am)

☀️ Zodiac Signs:

☀️ Sun Sign = Leo ♌

"Leos are bold, warm, and loving. They are also the ultimate performers. They can dazzle with the theatrical flair of a Broadway star and the charisma of a politician. They are captivating personalities. No matter how quickly they’ve just been introduced to a topic, they can speak eloquently about almost anything because they have such a way with words."

🌙 Moon Sign = Scorpio ♏

"People with their moon in Scorpio are known for their passion, loyalty, and determination. They have a magnetic personality that draws others to them, yet they are selective about who they let into their inner circle. Scorpio moon traits include being highly intuitive, emotionally intelligent, and natural ability to see through superficiality. "

🌄 Rising Sign = Cancer ♋

"...Cancer rising man is protective and deeply caring, especially when it comes to his family and loved ones. He has a natural ability to connect with others on an emotional level, which makes him an excellent friend and partner. However, he can also be cautious and may take time to open up fully, preferring to observe before letting others into his inner circle. His nurturing energy extends to both his personal and professional life, where he tends to gravitate toward roles that allow him to care for others."

☀️ Gender: Male (in a very peacock way 🦚)

☀️ Pronouns: he/him

☀️ Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

☀️ Nationality: English

☀️ Ethnicity: Italian & Spanish

☀️ Religion: Roman Catholic

☀️ House: Slytherin

Almost got sorted to Gryffindor

☀️ Blood Status: Muggleborn (and proud!)

☀️ Wand: 14½ Ebony, Dragon Heartstring, Reasonably Pliant

🪄 Ebony 🪄

"This jet-black wand wood had an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic and to transfiguration. Ebony was happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider...

In the experience of Garrick Ollivander, the ebony wand's perfect match was the one who would hold fast to their beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and would not be swayed lightly from their purpose."

☀️ Patronus: Brown Owl

"Having a Brown Owl as your Patronus means that you find comfort in your belongings. You are a slightly possessive person, who finds contentment in material possessions and strong friendships. Your materialism, however, is not greedy -- you make a lot of emotional connections with your home and personal belongings, holding onto mementos of good times and heirlooms from generations past. You hold onto things not because they are valuable to the world at large, but because they’re valuable to you. Your needs, however, are not grandiose -- you are still wise enough to prune what must be pruned and only keep the things that matter most, as well as maintain and care for those things. You also do the same with the few who earn your friendship. You care for them and protect them with all of your heart."

☀️ Amortentia: Cedarwood, Bergamot, and Crackling Fire

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Physical Attributes

☀️ Height: 188cm (full grown); 183cm (during his 6th year)

☀️ Build: tall, sinewy, athletic.

☀️ Hair: short & straight black hair, always sleek and well-kept.

☀️ Eyes: sea-green eyes 🌊

☀️ Skin tone: medium (deliciously tanned)

☀️ Distinct Features: a scar on the left eye, has a small dimple on the left cheek when he smiles.

☀️ Clothing Style: bold yet refined: prioritizes comfort through relaxed fits and breathable fabrics (ensuring he can move freely and confidently), warm and deep coloured fabrics, tailored suits, loafers, and pocket watches.

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Personality

☀️ MBTI: ENTJ-A

“People with the ENTJ personality type (Commanders) are natural-born leaders. Embodying the gifts of charisma and confidence, ENTJs project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. However, these personalities are also characterized by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination, and sharp mind to achieve whatever objectives they’ve set for themselves. Their intensity might sometimes rub people the wrong way, but ultimately, ENTJs take pride in both their work ethic and their impressive level of self-discipline.”

see also ↓

(this is very ale coded 💯)

☀️ Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

☀️ Ale in a Nutshell (from my earlier notes):

“Flamboyant, flirty, and witty are a few words to describe Ale—qualities that make a striking impression upon first meeting him.

With his penchant for grand gestures, elaborate vocabulary, and an overall showy demeanor, he embodies the essence of a peacock in human form. His social nature and outgoing personality allow him to effortlessly flirt his way through any crowd, and his gentlemanly demeanor only enhances his charm.

Beneath his vibrant exterior lies a sharp intellect; Ale excels academically and possesses considerable street smarts. He takes great pride in his work, which fuels his relentless drive for success. As a natural leader, he thrives in group settings, displaying both assertiveness and resourcefulness in pursuit of his goals. Despite his ambition, Ale maintains a strong moral compass and avoids resorting to unethical means.

Yet, there is a softer side to Ale. He expresses his creativity through poetry and cooking and shares a deep affection for animals, who, in turn, seem to be drawn to him. While he often captures the spotlight during social gatherings, he also values introspection and seeks solace in nature, taking time for quiet reflection amidst his bustling life.

Ale is courageous at heart, always ready to advocate for the underprivileged, particularly fellow muggle-borns whose experiences resonate with his own.

However, one of his defining traits—both a strength and a flaw—is his overwhelming loyalty. In matters of the heart, this loyalty intensifies, leading Ale to immerse himself fully in love. Falling in love is a beautiful and profound experience for him, but he is often caught off guard by the vulnerability it brings. As a result, he becomes a stuttering, clumsy mess in the presence of the one he loves, revealing an endearing yet relatable insecurity that contrasts sharply with his usual confidence.”

☀️ Positive Traits:

Intelligent, Witty, Hardworking, Determined, Resourceful, Kind, Compassionate, Empathetic, Sincere, Level-Headed, Efficient, Reliable, Self-Confident, Strategic, Charismatic, Strong-willed, Open-minded, Organized, & Great Communicator.

☀️ Negative & Ambiguous Traits:

Stubborn, Rigid, Self-Critical, Perfectionist, Workaholic, Loyal to a Fault, Can be Overly Competitive, Self-Doubting, Proud, Too Independent, Sarcastic, Peevish, Borderline Manipulative, Overly Cautious, & Calculated.

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Background

☀️ Birthplace: Naples, Italy

☀️ Hometown: Liverpool, England

☀️ Social Class: Upper Class (father side); Upper Middle Class (mother side)

→ Family:

☀️ Father: Bartholomeo Salvatori

Estranged. Purposely abandoned Ale after knowing he was cursed, thinking his son will only ruin his luck. A certified a-hole 💯

☀️ Mother: Maria Lucia Godwin

☀️ Stepfather: Clement Godwin

☀️ Sibling(s): Raphael & Gabriel Lúcido Salvatori

☀️ Pet(s): Crackers (questionably an owl)

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Relationships

☀️ Friends:

• Alistair: Childhood Best Friend (still in touch)

• Tori Lewis: Childhood friend/Older Sister (in spirit)

lovely daughter of my sweetest wifey bean @espressoristretto-patronum 💛

• Miloš Světlo: Best Friend

• Amit Thakkar: Best Friend

• Andrew Larson: Best Friend

He met these two during their first train ride together to Hogwarts (1st year) and became best friends since then.

☀️ Rivals/Enemies:

• Everett Clopton

Ale is still petty about their first interaction during their 1st Year in flying class. He accidentally broke his right ankle at that time while he was trying to land the broom properly (which he failed) after his ‘lighthearted race’ with Everett.

☀️ Romantic Interests:

Past History: [currently refining; pending]

• Ellie Crawford: endgame ❤️‍🔥 (the morticia to his gomez 🥹)

my hot daughter-in-law belongs to my wife @accio-bagel 💚

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Hogwarts Life

☀️ Favorite Classes: DADA, Herbology, Charms, Magical Art, and Care of Magical Creatures

He's an adept duellist and was the first Muggleborn to become the president of Crossed Wands during his 6th Year. Additionally, he treats Lucan like his younger brother.

It took him some time to become good at duelling considering his Muggle background, but he slowly worked hard and earned his place. He got invited to join the ‘secret’ duelling club during his 3rd Year.

His favourite professor is Hecat.

Ale has a soft spot for plants and animals! 💕 It may not be obvious at first, but he's good at nurturing living things.

He also took Magical Art classes since his 3rd Year. Art is his way of expressing his emotions that he doesn't know how to properly express.

☀️ Least Favorite Classes: Potions, Flying, and Arithmancy

He dislikes the complexity of potions but in reality, he just needs more patience XD

During his 4th Year, he asked Garreth to help him with his potions homework, in return, he'll get him the ingredients he needs.

Ale hated flying so much that he didn't take any classes until his 5th Year.

Dislikes anything with math, therefore, Arithmancy isn't safe.

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Ale loves to study and takes pride in excelling in everything he does.

Became a prefect during his 5th and 6th Year, and the Head Boy during his 7th Year. (very busy boi)

An ambitious overachiever, no doubt.

Was sent to the Hospital Wing too many times (especially during his 1st-3rd years) because he would complain about having unbearable migraines.

He struggled catching up with his studies and fitting in during his 1st and 2nd Year. Ale was also constantly bullied for being a ‘try hard muggleborn’ back then. (P.S. his height was also made fun of bc he was a smol babie)

His third year was his ‘redeeming moment’ of sort; he started to excel in his subjects, his peers started to look up to him, he gained more respect even among some of the blood purists, and now he has more acquaintances—basically, a better reputation.

Unsurprisingly, with his natural charm and charisma, Ale is popular among the ladies (and gentlemen).

He flirts with his crushes but stays respectful and charming (his natural state) around his admirers.

Ale receives lots of love letters on a regular basis; never reads them. He would also let his dorm mates eat the chocolates his admirers sent him.

Is also a huge social butterfly. He's acquainted with almost anyone but prefers to spend most of his time with his small but close circle.

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Quick Backstory

Alejandro "Ale" Salvatori was only seven (7) years old when his father deliberately abandoned him after learning about his son's curse. Bartolomeo believed that Ale's continued presence in his life would only ruin his streak of luck.

Ale never knew the existence of his curse until later in the story. (7th Year)

But this said curse had always benefited or pained him in ways he couldn't explain. He just believed it was either luck or unchecked sickness. After all, it was easier to make sense of it that way.

After his father deserted them, his mother brought him and his siblings back to Spain to live with their natal family there in the meantime.

This experience made the young Alejandro have a sense of belief that he's in charge of taking care of his family now. Even in his own little ways.

A couple of years later, his mother remarried and they all moved to Liverpool with his stepfather.

Legally, Ale's last name is still Salvatori. But when they moved to their new community, he gladly accepted (almost immediately) being addressed as a Godwin.

Not to mention, his stepfather has always been genuinely loving and caring to them so it was a guiltless choice to be attached to his last name.

In the summer of 1886, he received an owl while he was busy watering the plants in their garden and him chatting with their gardeners.

At first he thought it was absurb to receive a letter envelope from an owl. Or worse. He thought he was being pranked by the circus who happened to be in town at that time. So he just kept the letter until he forgot about its existence.

Thankfully, his mother saw it on his desk a few days later and asked where it came from. And so, they've decided to read it together, and his mother answered his questions.

Ale was so confused when he first read about Hogwarts: "A magic school? What is this...an elaborate scam for children?"

He eventually attended Hogwarts and got sorted to Slytherin. It took him a while to catch up with his peers considering his muggle background.

Every time he'd go back home at the end of the school year, he'd vaguely tell his neighbours that it was an interesting and privileged choice for him to be sent to a boarding school in Switzerland.

When he's pressed for more details, he'd simply evade it with his practiced response, "...we're supposed to keep our experience in confidence until we graduate." (Sure, Ale XD)

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Additional Info:

☀️ Ambidextrous, but mainly uses his right hand for writing.

☀️ His favorite color is black.

☀️ As you can probably tell by now, I associate Ale with the Sun! 🌅

[more soon...]

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[notes 📝:]

🌠 thank you so much @saradika-graphics for the cute sun themed divider! 🫶🏻✨️

🌠 you can check out his → studend ID ← here.

🌠 shout out to my friend @accio-bagel for helping me brainstorm and refine ale's lore! ❤️‍🔥

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❤️ Gryffindors: happy, chilling, minding their own business.

💙 Ravenclaws: being gorgeous nerds

💚 Slutherins

💛 HOTfflepuffs 🥵

HLMCU cafe day!

(Don't mind Calval, this is normal.)

♡ - Ale & Val @savingsallow, James @leaping-toadstool-caps, Damien @theladyofshalott1989, Freddie & Wren @freddiestheproblemchild, Alyn @ps-cactus, Ellie @accio-bagel, Jo @ravenwind-75, Tori @espressoristretto-patronum.

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— just crackers 🦉 and his first hooman friend :P

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— Happy Birthday, Ale!🎂

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Fanfics

[by yours truly ;)]

— Canon OC Lore

🌸 Love & Shadows:

Chapter 1: Fragments in Glass

💌 Alejandro's Journal Entries:

Until I Found You

Distant Star

— AUs

🎹 A Melody Reawakened

⚔️ Double Edge

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— Double Edge ⚔️

[Ellie & Val: Spy AU Guide + fic snippets]

Meet the Gay Spies:

HL MCs: Ellie Crawford (left) ; Valentine Black (right)

[fic intro snippet below ↓↓↓]

— Double Edge ⚔️

The air hung thick with a metallic tang mingled with the musty odor of long stagnant air. A faint, earthy dampness carried on the air currents, hinting at the storm brewing outside. Dust motes danced like spectral figures in the single, solitary shaft of moonlight piercing the gloom from a shattered skylight high above, a light that seemed to struggle against the gathering darkness of the storm.

A cavernous expanse of concrete and forgotten machinery, defunct equipment loomed like silent sentinels, their metal forms draped in cobwebs and grime. The floor was a patchwork of cracked concrete littered with debris—scattered bolts, twisted metal scraps, and patches of oily residue that reflected the scant light in shimmering, unsettling puddles, some catching the faint, silver glow of the rain as it lashed against the broken panes above.

Voronov moved with practiced silence, her boots barely whispering on the grimy concrete floor, each step measured against the backdrop of the falling rain. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back in a practical French braid, and though her face was partially obscured by the tactical hood she wore, the glint of her hazel eyes, sharp and assessing, was visible in the faint light.

Her orders were simple: eliminate the target, a rogue operative deemed a threat to national security.

A faint scuff echoed from the far end of the vast space, a small sound swallowed almost instantly by the oppressive silence, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic drumming of rain on the corrugated metal roof high above. Voronov froze, the sound of the approaching storm a low thrum beneath her heightened senses.

Her hand instinctively went to the silenced pistol at her hip. She melted into the deeper shadow cast by a particularly large, rusting piece of machinery, its complex network of pipes and gears providing excellent cover. The steady patter of rain against the building's skin seemed to amplify the silence, making her own breathing feel too loud. Her senses were on high alert, straining to pick up any further sounds in the echoing space.

The sound came again, closer this time, accompanied by a low, almost mechanical hum that seemed to vibrate through the concrete floor, a counterpoint to the relentless rhythm of the rain.

Then, a figure emerged from the shadows near a crumbling brick wall, where paint peeled like diseased skin, the soft hiss of rain a whisper behind it. Tall, lean, this entity moved with a chilling precision, every motion devoid of waste. A black tactical suit clung to its frame. Short, sharply cut platinum blonde hair framed a face dominated by unnervingly blank, phthalo green eyes that scanned the broken landscape with chilling efficiency. A prominent scar angled down across its left eye. Voronov's breath hitched.

"It can’t be."

Years of grief, of burying the memory, warred with the undeniable truth before her. The posture, the way she held herself, the sheer presence—it was none other than Chernyakov, appearing as if summoned from the storm itself.

[additional notes:]

⚔️ This was originally an idea by me and my friend ( @accio-bagel ) for the pride month, but let's just say, life happened 🫣

⚔️ Also, credits to @accio-bagel for creating the spy profiles, proofreading the fic, and honouring me with a collab with her lovable rogue, Ellie Crawford! 🐦‍⬛✨

⚔️ This fic is highly inspired by the film Black Widow

⚔️ I'm not really sure when I'll be able to finish this or if I would even finish it 😅 But I just wanted to share bc why not! 😌

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The Accidental Babysitter

[just random npcs bothering val: a wholesome series]

*gets approached by a random child*

"do i know you?—where are your parents???"

"i guess i'm an unpaid babysitter now"

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— just val blessing your feed✨

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— that's my daughter-in-law!!! 🤩❤️‍🔥

✧ Modern AU Ellie’s instagram ✧

💚💚 featuring both Val and Ale from @savingsallow in her grid

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— some alejandro pics bc why not ;)

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AAAAAAAAA I LOVE

THIS!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Potions class & MC-Bash!

Loving them all together 🥰

Gryffindor table creators: Wren & Freddie: @freddiestheproblemchild Jamie: @rypnami Phillip: @endeavour12345 Raegan: @hazyange1s Claire: @n0va25 Harvey: @pierrot-dokki (if u saw the first name, no u didnt LOL)

Hufflepuff table creators: James: @leaping-toadstool-caps Tori: @espressoristretto-patronum Elijah: @pikadrawsthings

Ravenclaw table creators: Aurelie: @morelikeravenbore Jo: @ravenwind-75 Alyn: @ps-cactus Danny: @catohphm Julia: @superconductivebean Damien: @theladyofshalott1989 NFY: @traceyc-uk Edward: @amethystandemma

Slytherin table creators: Val & Ale: @savingsallow Ellie: @accio-bagel Evelyn: @celestial--sapphic Chris: @diana-bluewolf Sunan: @itsame-domi/@dom1re

I hope I got everyone & I hope you all enjoyed!

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LOOK WHAT MY FRIEND MADE!!! 🥹❤️‍🔥

again, thank you so much and I LOVE THIS AAAAAAAAAAA!!! 🫶🏻✨

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@savingsallow Casper!!彡☆

I loved these screenies of our dear Val and had to draw her like this as a 22 days late birthday gift 🙂��↕️✌🏻🎂 I hope you like it, my darling angel!! Much love to you~! 💕

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Love & Shadows

[Chapter 01: Fragments in Glass]

Summary: Memories in ruins that keep Val (F!MC) awake at night.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: HL Game Spoilers (The Final Repository), Fairly Canon Compliant, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Action, Drama, Healing, Self-Discovery, First Person POV.

Content Warning: This story contains character death, themes of grief and mourning, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, descriptions of magical battles with implied violence, emotional distress with depictions of crying and despair, references to nightmares and traumatic dreams, and dark themes exploring despair and the burden of responsibility.

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There I stood, legs trembling from the aftermath of the fierce battle, overwhelmed by fatigue enveloping me like a suffocating veil, binding me in its grasp.

The solid stone beneath my feet felt alive, quaking as crimson and black orbs of magic swirled around me like hungry predators, ready to devour me whole.

Air heavy with the acrid scent of burnt earth and charred stone, mingling with the bitter tang of corrupted magic that clung to every surface. The underground repository showed no mercy; rocky walls trembled, and jagged boulders threatened to collapse above me, their groans echoing ominously in the cavernous space.

This could be my final moment.

I could feel it in my bones, a chilling resignation creeping in, resonating with the burden of despair in the air. But I couldn't leave just yet—not when the responsibility to contain all this magic lay so heavily on my shoulders.

Panic surged through me, intertwining with desperation like poison in my veins. I braced myself and pushed against the threatening force of a massive boulder careening toward me. I had to stop it; I had to contain the crimson orbs, but first, I had to survive.

As a bright blue ray erupted from my wand, the prick of strain shot through my arms, a pulse of raw power that throbbed in tune with my racing heart. The boulder felt heavier than it should, its weight defying my initial expectations as each second stretched into an eternity. Then, a crackle of purple light illuminated the chaos beside me.

“You need to contain it!” Professor Fig’s voice cut through the confusion, a steady anchor amidst the swirling madness as he leaned into the collective effort.

Without thinking, I summoned every ounce of magic I had left, my heart pounding in tandem with the looming threat. But the black mists encroached, wrapping around me like tendrils of despair, trying to tear my focus away.

In the middle of my struggle, a gentle whisper echoed to my ears, soothing yet fierce: “You are stronger than you know.”

A surge of unexpected power welled up from the depths of my being, igniting a visceral light that pierced through the darkness. In that blinding moment, I felt clarity wash over me, drowning out the ringing in my ears, and somehow...

I did it. I had found my strength.

As my vision cleared, I frantically searched for Professor Fig. My heart raced, anxiety coiling tightly within me until I found him, sprawled on the rocky ground, his face pale and pain etched deeply across his features.

“Professor!” The word tore from my throat, desperation flooding my voice.

“Miriam—” he gasped, and I reached for his hand, pressing into it the wand of his late wife, retrieved from the remnants of battle.

A flicker of joy ignited in his eyes, illuminating the shadows of pain lingering in their depths. “Miriam would have loved you, my young friend,” he breathed, his words a fragile thread woven with sincerity.

“The wizarding world could not be in more capable hands—”

His last words hung in the air, a final gift before everything dissolved into darkness.

With my heart beating like raging lightning coursing through my chest, I jolted awake in my bed, drenched in a cold sweat that felt like ice water clinging onto my skin. My breath came in uneven gasps as my trembling body instinctively curled up, burying my head in my arms. I yearned for the comfort of an embrace, a fleeting warmth that felt distantly out of reach.

Weeks had drifted by since Fig’s death; I made sure, with the best of my knowledge and capabilities, that Professor Fig's effort and memory wouldn't go in vain. And only now did the grief strike me like an anticipated brewing storm.

Yes, I had shed a few tears here and there, but the weight of responsibilities—the duties I had desperately imposed upon myself to cling to—had pushed my unresolved feelings into the shadows, where they lurked like restless phantoms. It was suffocating and exhausting, like carrying the burden of an entire starless sky on my shoulders.

As the midnight's darkest whispers ebbed and flowed, blurring the line between dreams and reality, I began to rock gently back and forth. Hot tears cascaded down my cheeks like a sudden summer downpour, while every sob reverberated in the silence of my room like thunderclaps echoing across a desolate landscape.

The cold stone walls seemed to close in around me, oppressive and unyielding, while the flickering flames in the fireplace cast wavering shadows that danced like spectres, witnessing my unravelling alongside the gentle whispers of the ocean waves outside, murmuring their secrets.

With every tear that fell, I felt a glimmer of lightness trying to break through the dense fog of sorrow that surrounded me, a reminder that even the heaviest clouds can feel lighter after a passing rain.

Slowly, as if testing the waters of my own resilience, I stood up and approached the mirror hanging on the wall—a seemingly ordinary surface, yet it felt like a portal between my past and the fragility of my present.

The cracks crisscrossed across the glass, deeper than I had ever noticed, jagged and unforgiving yet somehow familiar, like scars of a shared story.

My trembling fingers carefully traced the fragile patterns, seeking understanding in their imperfection. Then there was my reflection who stared back, fragmented and fragile, a haunting image of a girl lost to grief, each piece telling a tale of heartache.

I gazed at her for what felt like an eternity, entranced in that stillness, and within that moment, clarity began to shine iridescent light upon me. A tentative smile crept onto my lips.

"I may be broken," I thought, the realization gleaming within me, "but I am not irreparable."

With newfound resolve, I straightened, feeling warmth radiate from my core. I smiled gently at my reflection, slowly embracing my scars, understanding that with time and care, like shards of glass, I could be mended.

Yes, I'm well aware that the nightmares would still haunt me, but I also recognized an undeniable truth: just as glass could be reshaped, so could I.

After all, I've come to realize that fragility is not inherently negative, as I once thought; it reflects my capacity for love and the essence of being alive.

Before the pull of sleep could ensnare me, I stole a final glance at the fractured reflection in the mirror. A shiver ran down my spine as a chilling thought crossed my mind:

Am I truly prepared to carry the heavy burden of fate?

Or was I merely a pawn manoeuvred by an unseen master in this elaborate game of chess?

I sighed, "Fate is so dramatic sometimes."

[additional notes:]

☁️ non-native english speaker here! so teeny tiny grammatical errors may be present 😅

☁️ just writing for fun & slowly learning to be good at it!✨

☁️ i'm elated to be able to finally post this here after 8 months of rewriting, rearranging, studying, and translating val's lore ❤️‍🔥

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