𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃; ʜᴘ

𝟏𝟏𝟕; ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ

THE SCREEN SHOWED, nestled amidst the rolling hills of Massachusetts lays a place of enchantment, a school where the mystical and the mundane converge.

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a sight to behold, its towering structures reaching up towards the heavens, casting a spell over all who lay eyes upon its grandeur.

They couldn't help but marvel at it's beauty.

The walls of Ilvermorny hold secrets beyond measure, knowledge of spells and potions, and the power to wield them with ease. Within its hallowed halls, students of all ages learn the art of magic, honing their skills and mastering their craft.

From the youngest initiates to the most seasoned of spellcasters, Ilvermorny is a place of boundless wonder. The air is thick with the hum of incantations, the fragrance of bubbling potions, and the crackle of magic in the making.

Here, dreams take shape and come to life, and the impossible is made possible. The students of Ilvermorny are taught with care and skill, their potential for greatness unleashed under the tutelage of the most gifted and knowledgeable of wizards.

Ilvermorny is more than just a school, it is a beacon of hope for those who seek to harness the power of magic, to see beyond the veil of the mundane and glimpse the mysteries that lie beyond.

It is a place of transformation, a crucible of growth and discovery, where students emerge with newfound knowledge and power, ready to take on the world and make their mark upon it.

Ilvermorny is a place of magic, and those who enter its gates will find themselves forever changed by the wonders they encounter within.

"It sounds better than here." Looks were casted at Dumbledore who still was bound to his seat, absolutely powerless.

Aleksis Marvos strode through the halls of Ilvermorny, his imposing figure was draped in the resplendent robes of his house, Wampus— the House of Warriors. The intricate embroidery on his robes depicted the fierce and majestic Wampus, a symbol of strength and ferocity.

Aleksis who has been silent the entire time, felt his breath sharpen, he knows this day.

Despite the elegance of his attire, his scowl remained firmly etched on his handsome features, lending an air of danger to his persona. His stormy eyes blazed with an intensity that spoke of a tempestuous personality, earning him the nickname 'Tempest'

Narcissus laughed. "Tempy!"

Astrophel glared at Narcissus.

"Don't acknowledge his existence." He said.

"Every lifetime you are always like this towards him." Narcissus said exasperated.

"Wait, he is reincarnated too?" That caught everyone's attention.

"Mhm, can you guess who he is?" Narcissus grinned at Astrophel and his eyes widen as he looked at Aleksis.

"Laskaris..?!" Astrophel exclaimed. "No! Marvos can't be Laskaris!" He hissed.

"Oh why not?" Narcissus raised a brow.

"Laskaris is well the opposite of him!" Astrophel gestured to the brooding Aleksis. "He is all sunshine and smiles! What happened?!"

Narcissus expression shifted.

"This life wasn't easy." He explained.

"I don't give a shit if I'm reincarnated or not, just shut the fuck up." Aleksis told them.

'Laskaris?' He couldn't help but question in his mind. That name meant— solider.

Those who caught a glimpse of him couldn't help but cower in fear, as his reputation preceded him. Every step he took echoed through the halls, a reminder of his formidable presence.

"Oh lighten up, Aleks." Came the familiar voice of Navea Scammander. "You are scaring everyone with that scowl."