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𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢! 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮? 𝙉𝙤𝙥𝙚.

𝙊𝘾 / 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠

PROLOGUE
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The sky was a pale stretch of midnight brine and fireflies buzzed in the silent gloaming, the full moon hanging almost flawlessly in the centre of the star-studded darkness. The scent of tulip and rosewater perfume lingered in the air which was now thick with consensus and equilibrium.
A pale and freckled blonde lay under a broad elm tree, the moonlight bouncing off her skin, showing off her lordly complexion, her platinum hair flowing candidly down her back. This was Mariposa Gellert Grindewald.
A raven-haired boy, curls of follicle running shoulder-length, with aristocratic features and striking, defined cheekbones - the sharpness was such that some would say it contested that of beaker - stood at the edge of a small creek, quill and parchment in hand, his wand clenched loosely in between his teeth. This was Regulus Arcturus Black.