❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XXXIX. A SUMMER'S BLESSING
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"But for now let's get away
On a Roman holiday"
MARJORIE EVERMORE COULD NOT REALLY discern what could be deemed as a peaceful summer.
To be frank, for so long, her idea of a peaceful summer was just to be locked away in her room and never to be greeted by the sight of her father — which was both possible, yet impossible. Summers were just a continuity of ideas, bland and filled with nothing but duties that either never belonged to her, or merely existed to train her into a pawn. But as she approached her sixteenth summer in this universe called life, it was safe to say that this summer was different than it's predecessors.
"MARJORIE!"
The cottage owned by Perseus and Anya resided by the waters of Ireland, and it was nothing short of tranquil — actually, it could even be deem as the very epitome of peace. Marjorie recalled her first arrival here:
"Woah..." was her first impression of the place.
At first glance, the cottage was nothing remarkable compared to the grandeur she was used to at Evermore Manor. The manor, with its imposing architecture, vast gardens, and meticulously maintained façade, was a symbol of her family's wealth and power. Yet, it always felt cold and unwelcoming, more like a museum or a prison than a home. The cottage, on the other hand, was humble, its stone walls weathered by time, and the garden, though a bit wild with weeds and flowers growing in a haphazard riot of color, was full of life. The small house, with its uneven roof and ivy creeping up the walls, had a charm that spoke of love and care, something Evermore Manor had never known.
Despite the few cracks in the stone and the wild tangles of flowers and weeds, the cottage defeated Evermore Manor in terms of beauty. It was the kind of beauty that wasn't immediately obvious, not something that could be bought or maintained with money. It was the kind of beauty that came from years of love and living, from the memories etched into its very walls.
"It's nothing like the manor —"
"It's better," Marjorie breathed, her heart swelling as she took in the sight before her. Anya, who stood beside her, couldn't help but smile, touched by Marjorie's reaction. She watched as the young witch, her eyes wide with amazement, moved closer to the front door, where Perseus was levitating Marjorie's belongings inside.
Perseus had been uncharacteristically fidgety since they had left King's Cross. Anya knew why. This would be the first time in a long while that Perseus and Marjorie would be living under the same roof, especially after the recent revelations about the abuse Marjorie had endured at the hands of their father. The events of Christmas had been particularly harrowing for Perseus, and the knowledge of what Marjorie had suffered had shaken him deeply.
