[ 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...
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THE HOWLING oov. | ' to keep it ' ___________________
IT WAS HER PLAN and it had worked. She focused on her business, six years was a very long time of course, but she enjoyed it. She had signed more publishing companies to let her distribute books. Books were thriving even more.
Until she finally landed herself with her interest. She met Damocles Belby when she was under an aging potion, made her look twenty-seven and be able to work with him. And of course, a great potioneer like him would be skeptical of her, so she introduced herself as a distant family member of Nicolas. Veronica Flamel.
Nicolas who is always supportive had sent a letter to Damocles himself and mentioned her. It was then she was accepted to his main laboratory. Being an old potioneer herself, Samantha, she knew what she needed to do and Damocles clearly loved her professional company. He claimed that he had never worked with someone with such fascination and knowledge for potion making. He told Nicolas that Veronica seemed like addicted to it.
Celeste is interested in the experiment that Damocles had been conducting. Apparently, he's concocting a new potion for Werewolves, yet he still doesn't know what to be put in his brew. He is stuck on research and lists of ingredients and haven't done any progress.
And Celeste knew why it was hard of him. He wasn't doing it for the Werewolves but for the recognition he could get for creating such potion to aid the one's suffering from the condition.
"Why do you want to create it then?" She inquired, busying herself with brewing one of his potions that he claimed needs improvement.
He sighed deeply and smirked with his thought that he would yet reveal to her, "Well, it could make them less the monsters they are..."
With the simple phrase, her heart broke for those who didn't choose to turn into half man and half wolves... that are depicted as full monsters. Her jaw clenched and she dropped the stirrer, leaving the potion unattended.
She turns to him with a forced a smile, teeth gritting hard. She had never wanted to punch someone like this, like she wanted him to lose his teeth, and give him a black eye for each, "Even if some of them were victims of a lone rabid man-wolf?" She asked with squinted eyes, talking about Fenrir Greyback.
Damocles mockingly scoffed with a hint of snort, showing that he doesn't care anything about welfare.
A week after the encounter, Celeste handed her resignation with her own research stuffed in her bag. Yet she wasn't on her way home, she had clothes in her duffle bag.
Leaving a note to Nicolas before she left for Belby's Lab.
Nic, I'll be back in a week! Since I'm undying, you don't have to worry <3
