ShuiKim2026
Topaz's Three Laws of Engagement:
1. Do not exceed the fifth-year curriculum. Elaborate magic is a waste of perfectly good caloric energy-unless, naturally, a more advanced spell proves demonstrably more efficient.
2. Brevity is the soul of a good hex. Monologuing is a luxury reserved for Gryffindors and the soon-to-be deceased.
3. Let no one see you. Failing that, kindly ensure their memory is efficiently wiped... or permanently expired.
Sixth-year Topaz merely wished to graduate from Hogwarts quietly, making her family-who fondly believed she was attending an exclusive Scottish boarding school-suitably proud.
She did not plan on dropping a 400-pound neon sign on a Death Eater in the middle of Soho.
She certainly did not plan on untangling the teenage angst of a certain greasy-haired housemate, nor attempting to salvage a heartbreak that looked as though it had been trampled by a mountain troll.
And she absolutely, under no circumstances, planned on her junior-the heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black-ruthlessly contending for his family's lordship ring, and suddenly deciding that she was his most dangerous strategist.
But she did, at the very least, adhere to the teachings of her elders: any unwelcome troubles were to be quietly sunk to the bottom of the English Channel, never to be found again.