Exquisite custom embroidery commissioned from @onbeinganangel for my fic The Brightest Witch of Her Age.
Mari, this process was a joy, from the development of the design through the selection of colors and the stages of creation of the final stitchery. Thank you so much for the care you put into every step. This beautiful work is going on the wall in my art room, where I can be inspired by it every day. I’m so lucky to share a fandom with you! Thank you, beyond words, with so much love!
❤️🌹❤️
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When Hermione’s sobs levelled out into exhausted tranquility, Viktor asked softly, “Was it your first Dark magic?”
Hermione put her arm over her face. “No.”
“No?” Viktor nudged her.
She peeked out. “Do you really want to know?”
“Well, now I am curious.”
“I’ve been casting the Blue Flame since I was twelve.”
Viktor chuckled. “That would be impressive and alarming.”
Hermione flashed him a small, nervous smile.
His eyes widened with disbelief. “Nooo. You definitely did not learn that at Hogwarts.”
“Not in a class. An older student left a book from the Restricted Section of the library on the reshelving cart and I picked it up.”
“But the Blue Flame is the first part of—”
“I know.”
“It is for—”
“I know.”
“Did you cast the whole spell?”
“No! Of course not.”
“What made you cast the flame, then?”
“It was the illustration on the cover of the book. It was...pretty. And the spell for the flame alone was part of a decorative page near the beginning of the book.”
Viktor swore floridly in Bulgarian.