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1784 - 1789, England -
172 - 175 yrs. oldDEAD & BURNED
viii. | ' mr. burberry '
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She was long gone, dead. She who Nicolas had sent to Ilvermorny to study once again, a school she deeply liked because of it's small similarity to Hogwarts.
All of her friends were invited to attend the funeral. Celeste was there too, with a help of Polyjuice Potion, right now she is standing in the fresh green grass of the chosen cemetery for her.
A lot of people were there to shed a tear for her, Samantha Arcane.
Celeste's chest started getting pooled with guilt as she see all those people who is leaving a flower to an empty casket six feet below the ground they walk on.
Samantha died of a lab explosion. She died with honor of being a famous potioneer, especially during a period of time where ladies are still supposed to be inferior to men. And one thing Celeste and Samantha agrees-it is pure bullshit.
Nicolas told her that she should spend her time in the muggle world after this so that no one would see her after they decided that Samantha needs to rest already.
Like all the sad times, Nicolas stood beside her as they both watched everyone mourn for someone who didn't die... for even her existence was a lie. He held her hand tight, Samantha had still been Celeste's life and the thought of dying with a different identity made her feel bad.
They left the cemetery with sullen and sunken faces only to go back home and pack her things-again.
Another fake identity to live, a muggle lawyer... how ironic. The question is can she even be one? With the misogyny of the patriarchy, it could be unlikely for her to get in with the fact that she as well didn't a pre-law. It is silly, but Nicolas told her that she just need to enjoy it.
"Find love, Mon cheré. Zon't be afraid ofv a little reesk."
CELESTE WANTED TO forget who she is, what she is. Two years in the muggle world right after Samantha died, she had to be Anastasia.
Everything about her is fabricated, and everyday just like before being Sammy, she had to drink up an Aging Potion. Two whole years living in a lie again.
She wanted to forget everything so badly, to just let go of the worry, guilt, and pain of losing. She is still grieving, and no one can really blame her not even Nic.
So she tried to mask her sorrows by drowning herself in her discussions for law school. Pulling all nighter and getting up by six with an hour of sleep, it showed badly on her face, the bags under her eyes said it all.
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𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎, sirius black
Фанфик[ 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑴 ] '* . ° " i waited for hundreds of years, only to feel unsatisfied of this love we force to feel. " ° . *' 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 celeste waited for th...