STYX DAENERYS POTTER-BLACK was born on July 31st, seven seconds before midnight. She was a queen, a survivor, a fighter, a warrior, and now she is reborn.
She lived the life of a conqueror, a mad-woman, she became just like her father as she lost he...
COLOR. GENRE. SPICE. That's the type of organization Styx decided to use for her cookbook. A different color for every genre and then in alphabetical order for the spices.
Styx spent the rest of her week writing and organizing her cookbook and barely refrained from making dozens of each recipe. She made one of each to be preserved and or heated, cooled, or frozen so she was never caught needing or just wanting one.
Aside from a cooking spree, things went as normal. She danced, sang, and went about her normal routine. She was rereading her parents school things.
Her fathers were vengeful with their pranks and gave her many ideas at random times making her grandparents wary of the dark and mischievious look in her eyes.
Styx found three maps in a box labled Marauders. She found her parents were genius' including her uncle Moony. They had their own grimoire in her respective talents. Potions, charms, transfiguration, runes, enchanting. There was a lot of pranking supplies and things she wanted to try.
She even wanted to made a 3D version of the Marauder Map, but this time of the world. She knew it would only work on magicals, but she didn't mind.
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GOODBYES. Those were hard for Styx to say to her grandparents. She had trouble saying goodbye to anyone she was close to. She spent the night before going off to Hogwarts with her grandparents.
They sat on the couch watching movies and laughing while snacking on muffins and making jokes. It was a lot of fun and caused more than one pillow fight to break out.
They fought over the last Banana Nut muffin and then the last Apple Cinnamon, and finally the last Pecan Pie muffin. It was a war for the muffins and they all wanted it.
The living room was a mess when it was over sending them into laughter.
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SAT ON THE COUCH, surrounded by the mess they'd made, they looked around and Styx started giggling making her grandparents look at her.
Styx wasn't much for giggles. Her laughs were familiar, but giggles were rare and sweet.
"What are you giggling about?" Roman teased poking her side making her giggle more. The two adults shared peaceful smiles. It was beyond their wildest dreams that they would spend the rest of their years raising and having fun with their genius granddaughter.
"I had my first sleepover with my grandparents." She said sending them all into a large trio of laughter that was full of joy.
"Oh, Little Wolf, I make the best sleepovers, didn't you know?" Dahlia playfully snarked making them laugh some more.
They cuddled together soon after, exhausted or just ready to sleep.
"I'm glad we did this." Styx whispered to her grandparents who made sounds of agreement.
"It can be our yearly send off." Roman told his favorite girls. Styx was the daughter he always wanted. He loved his daughters, but neither wanted to spend time with the family.
"Yeah. We can have War of the Muffins one through seven." Styx giggled falling asleep as her grandmother laughed quietly. Styx was funny even when she didn't mean to be especially when she was tired.
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SIGHING SHE SLIPPED the dime-sized tent into the hidden compartment of her red and silver amulet before walking out of the large and empty room, her shoes silent as she walked with her trunk floating behind her.
She was dressed in a white silk button-up with a grey jumper over it and a nice black skirt and her favorite flats. She had on her weapons, her Moonstone blade in the form of a beautiful clip in her hair while her six chinese ring daggers dipped in River Styx were in the form of cute small pins the same color of their blade in her hair with the Moonstone dagger.
The runes imprinted into her skin in beautiful patterns were covered by her sleeves. She had her holomouse ring and keyboard nails on, her glasses resting in her case in her backpack. She wore her ladyship ring in black and blue with her beautiful Talisman around her neck and wrist. Her silver and blue ring was the only one on her right hand except her holomouse.
Her stele was held to her wrist with her wand, a beautiful thin silver piece with little five-pointed stars around the grip, by her snake bracelet that turns into a bo staff and swirls to animation when danger is near.
She walked into the entry where her grandparents were waiting. Their hair had just started greying, their eyes taking on laugh lines showing a happy life. They were getting older, but still strong and happy.
Styx pulled out her stele in a flick of her wrist and drew the rune for the portal. A quick push and pull sent the portal open wide and pulled over them before closing within seconds.
They stood in the train station's empty hallways and walked out, Styx's trunk on wheels instead of floating now. They stopped feet away from the intangible wall.
Dahlia pulled her granddaughter into a hug, squeezing her tight before stepping back and placing a hand on either shoulder looking her over one last time for the year. Dahlia was grateful for her granddaughter's Metamorphmagus abilities as it helped tame her thick curls.
Roman placed his hand on Dahlia's should and she stepped back so he could have his silent goodbye. A tight bear-hug and a kiss on the forehead before the two elderly shared a group hug with their grandchild.
When they stepped back Styx offered them a wide smile. "I'll be fine." Styx told them and they nodded.
"Write us about anything and everything." Dahlia told her granddaughter, Roman nodding along.
Styx chuckled, but agreed to her overprotective grandparents' demands rather easily. "I have to go. I want a compartment of my own." Styx told them pulling her trunk towards the wall and she looked at them with mischievious eyes making them wary. "Oh, and there's muffins on the table."
Styx walked through the wall just as her grandparents reached for her. The two shared a look before shrugging. That girl was just as mischievious as her fathers.
