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7th of November, Thursday "Enough theory for now," Flitwick squeaked out, much to Diana's relief. The endless stream of words about the difference between visualisation and will and how essential it was for casting had her feeling numb. Her wrist, too, after writing it down with a damned quill. At least she stopped blotching her ink all over the parchment. "Now, let us return to the levitation charm-" Diana tuned out the diminutive Charms master and stared at the white feather on the desk before her…-
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259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Lost Bastard Blood bloomed across the snow like a crimson flower as Jon cautiously inched closer, stretching his senses. But there was no danger, only silence amidst the trees and the snow. The singer was dead. It was alone, too. He felt nothing at the sight, as if he had killed just another hare, but his eyes studied the fallen creature regardless. Dark brown skin, dappled with pale spots like a deer. It possessed a child’s stature, but its nose was too flat to be…-
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12th Day of the 7th MoonMelisandre of Asshai Her dreams were short, yet cursed like always - respite and agony intertwined. Before, Melisandre felt rested after an hour of sleep, yet… now, it was steadily growing. Two moons ago, her evening rest had already increased to two hours, and now, to her horror, it was steadily approaching three. And Melisandre of Asshai loathed sleeping and the dreams that came with it even more. 'Melony,' It was a woman's cry, followed by a man's voice, 'Lot…-
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13th of June, Saturday, 1992 "I want the Quidditch Cup in my office next June!" Slughorn looked extremely disappointed that morning as the Slytherins prepared to depart. "What happened this year is absolutely unacceptable." With the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams gutted, the Cup would have been decided between the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs. Hufflepuff had clenched the Quidditch Cup by a hair's breadth, their first victory in nearly two decades. "Yes, Professor," Marcus…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess The weather remained mercurial, the dark clouds choked the skies each day, sometimes spiced with flashes of thunder and a torrent of rain. The year grew to its zenith, yet the expected heat wave had yet to arrive. The new Grand Maester claimed the days were starting to shorten and that fall would soon arrive. Her grandsire’s nameday was fast approaching, and with it, her departure for Sunspear as Rhaella fell into restless…
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The end of October 1994 Ron Weasley The school year was in full swing. Even though Voldemort had returned, not much had changed for Ron. Wizarding Britain seemed as peaceful as ever, and whatever happened on the Continent seemed too distant. He trained harder, and the D.A. meeting had grown solemn, yes, but the rest of the school was much the same, if with the addition of a handful of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. The former were all proud and haughty, while the latter were…
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11th Day of the 9th MoonThe Onion Knight The lord's room was as bare as before, save for the two chairs and the study desk strewn with parchment, where he conducted Shireen's lessons. "Davos," Stannis let out a feeble, raspy cough from his bed. "The lessons are taking too much from me. The poppy is wearing off again." "The air in Driftmark is easier on your lungs, according to Cressen, m'lord." "I will not die-" if the wet, sickly cough made the smuggler worry, the dark blood splattering on the…
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18th Day of the 4th Moon, 303 ACMeera Reed, Beyond the Wall Darkness had fallen, and the half-moon shone ominously from above, illuminating the twisted snow-covered forest. The dead were almost upon them, and there was no escape. After Bran had been marked, the wights and their icy masters always knew how to find them, no matter how far they went. The half-dead Benjen Stark had managed to help them escape… for a time. Yet, his horse was alive, and like all living things, it would eventually tire.…-
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27th Day of the 5th MoonEdmure Tully, the North After the narrow causeway of the Neck, the kingsroad had dwindled to two winding dirt tracks, surrounded by endless hills and forests. "I can barely feel my arse anymore," Kirth Vance groaned. "After so much riding, it must have taken the shape of the saddle. I hope all the coin spent buying two dozen more palfreys from Lord Vypern and this mad rush is worth it." Edmure's backside and legs felt much the same, together with the rest of his weary body,…
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31st of October, Thursday The castle's hallways were forebodingly dim, and the air seemed heavy. The old warlock stretched his senses to the limit, but it was for nought - it was not magic. At least none he could feel, despite honing this ability to the limit for many decades. Yet, all that could be attributed to the day - Samhain's Eve was special. The drowsy ambience had most of the portraits already asleep. With a snap of his fingers, all the torches immediately came alive, burning with…
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