Before you freak out on me, you should know that I have everything under control. (I think)
My name is Ariadne Black, and I'm a witch. (No, I'm not Sirius Black's long lost daughter. For Zeus' sake, Lou Ellen, stop calling me that.) I am also a demigod daughter of Hecate. Freaking out? I told you I have it under control.
I spend summer at Camp Halfblood, and school years at Hogwarts. Should be simple, right?
The thing is, those summers are in my future. Or your present. By now, they may be your past. The school years are my present, your past. (Hopefully not your future)
I have just started my seventh year at Hogwarts, which means I only have a year to decide if I'm a witch or a demigod.
On top of that, two wars are starting, both in different time periods.
Oh joy.
A really talented witch once said "Awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time", or so I've heard.
Every rule has an exception, though.
I am not the exception.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.