The Moonlight lover

The letter

 Y/n skipped down the cobblestone streets of a small town in France, a place where quaint houses with colorful shutters lined the streets, their flower-adorned balconies bursting with vibrancy. 

The air was crisp and filled with the aroma of freshly baked croissants wafting from nearby cafes. It was an idyllic setting, perfect for the whimsical tale that was about to unfold. 

 Y/n had always felt like an ordinary girl, leading a quietly ordinary life with her loving adoptive family.

But today, as she walked towards the mailbox, a surge of excitement tingled in her veins.

There, nestled among the usual envelopes and bills, was a letter with a gleaming gold seal, addressed specifically to her. 

Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/n tore open the envelope, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

 The paper crackled in her hands as she read the contents, her eyes widening with each passing word. It was a letter of acceptance to Boubatton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

The revelation bewildered Y/n. She had never considered the possibility of possessing magical abilities, let alone being invited to study at a prestigious school. With her head filled with questions, she hurriedly made her way back home, clutching the letter tight. 

 "Mammon Papa !" Y/n burst into the cozy kitchen, breathless with excitement. 

Her adoptive parents turned toward her, wearing matching expressions of surprise and intrigue. "Qu'est-ce que c'est, cher ? (What is it, dear?)" her mother asked gently. 

 Y/n brandished the letter, waving it in the air. " J'ai été acceptée à l'école de sorcellerie et de sorcellerie de Boubatton ! Peux-tu Croyez-le!" (I've been accepted to Boubatton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Can you believe it?)"

 Her parents exchanged a glance, a mixture of pride and concern in their eyes.

 " Y/n, notre amour, her father began "tu as toujours été spécial. Nous voulions vous dire... Vous n'êtes pas comme les autres enfants. Vous avez une marque unique" Y/n, our love," her father began, "you've always been special) 

Nous voulions vous dire... Vous n'êtes pas comme les autres enfants. Vous avez une marque unique. Confusion etched across Y/n's face as she looked at her father. « Quelle marque? » Il lui brossa doucement les cheveux, révélant une cicatrice d'éclair gravée sur son front. « Ceci, ma chérie, est une marque de votre vraie vie passée.

 (We've been meaning to tell you... You're not like other kids. You have a unique mark." Confusion etched across Y/n's face as she looked at her father. "What mark?" He gently brushed back her hair, revealing a lightning bolt scar etched across her forehead. "This, my dear, is a mark of your true past life.")

Y/n was overcome with a flood of emotions. This revelation opened up a world of possibilities, but it also ignited the flame of uncertainty within her. 

The thought of moving to a school with none of her friends and being unique?

She did not like that but she must or she might be deadly.

As a matter of fact she forgets everything on the full moon nights .

So this might help her find out about that.

A/n not all the speech in the book will have translations coz I know it will bore you guys out 

Also this part was super short just to show you what it's like

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