🌻The Phantom Peddlers | M.YG

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| Fifth Years |

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In the quiet shadows of her family's legacy, Noctua Elara Peverell Selwyn Slytherin lived not just as an heiress to ancient bloodlines but as someone destined for more than any ancestor ever anticipated. Her story, like the lives of those before her, began with secrets, but unlike them, her path would change the very course of history.

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August 25th, 2023.

The smell of sunflowers from her mother's favorite section of the gardens filled the air, overwhelming Noctua's sensitive nose as she basked in the sun, losing herself within the patches of flowers throughout the castle's gardens. It felt like the first time this summer that the warmth had found her, a rare comfort, a fleeting moment of peace.

"Nocttie," came a voice behind her, rich and velvety, pulling her from her reverie.

That voice—

The voice that made Noctua's heart race against her will.

A shiver ran down Noctua's spine, betraying the calm she tried so hard to maintain. Her heart already gave her away the moment she turned around, lips parting involuntarily. His eyes found hers the instant she faced him, his soul-staring gaze unwavering and intense. With each passing second, her face grew hotter, embarrassment mingling with a rush of emotions she couldn't explain. Her vision blurred as tears threatened to spill, an overwhelming tide of feelings beyond her control.

"Yoongi," his name always rolled deliciously off her tongue, like a secret she wasn't supposed to share.

His lips curved up at the corners, his gaze still steady, both of them standing amidst a garden full of flowers. The wind gently brushed against them, making her hair sway to one side, adding to the surreal moment.

"How have you been?" he asked.

A simple question, but the answer was far from simple. All summer, no matter how hard she tried, Noctua couldn't stop thinking about him. Her thoughts always circled back to Yoongi—her best friend since day one, since the Hogwarts Express. 

How could she possibly tell him that she had gotten nothing done because he ran tirelessly through her mind, from dawn till dusk?

She couldn't.

Their mothers' friendship had only added layers to their history together. Noctua had been presented to Yoongi when they were mere babies, being brought to play dates by their mothers. And yet, it wasn't supposed to happen. Let alone anything beyond friendship was supposed to happen. 

"The Min family do not belong to the same social circle as us, Nocttie," her mother had said gently, her voice laced with affection when Noctua had dared to request Yoongi's presence at her official birthday celebration, not just the secondary gathering the day after. "You are to take your place as Lady Peverell in the Wizengamot once you graduate from Hogwarts. Your father has been eager to retire for quite some time now. You must focus on someone who is a suitable match for a marriage alliance."

Her mother, Lady Selwyn, understood all too well the importance of marriage as a political strategy.

The Peverells were known for their neutrality, especially during the war under Dumbledore's leadership of the Light. After all, the Elder Wand—a Peverell family heirloom—had been stolen by Dumbledore in his youth, claimed with infuriating entitlement alongside his friend Grindelwald. What hypocrisy. In response, the Peverell family had turned a cold shoulder, firmly declaring their neutrality throughout the conflict.