An owl soared through the cloudy sky of London, carrying in its talon a single folded paper. It lowered itself on one of the houses below - a modern house, by the standards of 1989- and let go of the paper.

The paper danced in the air, twirling before it cleanly slid on the floor into the gap in the door made for small parcels.

The matriarch of this house had heard the soft thump and shuffled into the halls to check what the Owl had dropped on her hardwood floor.

A letter, she turned it to the other side and found that it was sealed with a red wax and emblazoned with the emblem of a magical school.

She opened it, reading through the content with her golden eyes and snorted.

"Diamante!" She shouted, walking into the living room, holding the opened letter in her hand and a ladle in the other. "There's a letter for you!"

She shouted, yet there was no one in the room. A couch, a TV, 2 bookshelves and a traditional Korean painting on the wall above the furniture was all there was in the living room. Yet she shouted like someone was definitely there.

She threw the letter at the Korean Painting - a brush piece of a mountaintop shrine beneath a stormy sky, inked in hues of grey and silver and contrasted with the black ink lines. Wind seemed to stir the branches of the single tree drawn near the rocky cliff, and only two small figures were drawn with minimal detail.

The surface of the art piece rippled like water, spreading ink inside and around upon contact as the letter passed through. Vanishing from sight.

Inside the painting - inside the space it held - a breeze caught the letter and carried it high above the stones and dirt. Twirling as it soared over the clouds and mist surrounding the one mountaintop. Towards the modest wooden cabin firmly planted on the middle of the summit.

Until the letter was grabbed by a big hand that appeared behind the single tree- he raised the letter to his brown eye level with his long fingers and weathered knuckles.

Andras cracked a smirk. He turned to the edge of the plateau- where his son was balancing upside-down, boulders strapped to his back, fingers twitching slightly from the strain.

"Well, son." Andras spoke, tucking one hand behind his back and using his other to show the letter to his only son. "Looks like someone wants you in their school."

Diamante Corvus grunted through his nose in exhaustion, sweat dripping from his chin to the stone below.

"It's Seresonia, isn't it? I knew nonno wouldn't give up on the subject." Diamante asked through his teeth.

"No." Andras answered as he snorted. "It's Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?"

"It's the magic school for England and Ireland."

"So, English Seresonia?"

"English Seresonia." Andras agreed to as he nodded his chin. "Why, keen on going here, are you?"

"I'll choose that over nonno's obsession any day." Diamante answered. The 11 year old boy finally landing on his own two feet after launching himself up in the air - regardless of the added weights.

Andras chuckled as he handed the letter to his kid and ruffled his hair.

"Good posture, though I believe your circulation faltered a bit on your way down. Keep that in mind next time."

"Yeah, yeah… I will." Diamante answered as he looked down at his letter from Hogwarts with the golden eyes he inherited from his mother.

He didn't smile. But something in his eyes definitely shined: curiosity. Contrary to the tales of Seresonia his mother and grandfather had told him about almost every day, he didn't know a single thing about Hogwarts.

Then again, he didn't have any other wizard friends at all.

"Hogwarts? Diamante, are you sure that you want to go to Hogwarts?" Emelia Corvus asked her son one more time on the dinner table. Diamante chewed his food as his father decided to answer for him.

"You heard Diamante, kid wants to go to Hogwarts."

"But he has the option to go to Seresonia! It's a much more prestigious school! You can even see it from their names: Seresonia is a much more graceful name than… Hog Warts! Why would England name their school in such an… undignified manner?"

"I don't know. Maybe you can ask that to the headmaster when we drop our boy off to the school."

Diamante's mother was definitely not pleased with her son's choice. Diamante could already see how desperately she was going through the options in her mind to convince Diamante of rethinking his decision.

"Your nonno will be in Seresonia, you know? He's the headmaster there!"

"I know, ma. That's why I don't want to go."

"Why? You love your nonno! I remember you enjoying your time visiting him in Italy during last year holidays!"

Diamante stabbed his dish a little harder than necessary.

"I do, but that doesn't mean I'll like it there. I'll get special treatment because I'm the grandson of the headmaster."

"But that's good! He can even teach you the Corvus family's traditional duelling techniques!"

"It's not good! I don't like it!" Diamante shouted.

Emelia blinked at her son's outburst. She genuinely couldn't understand why Diamante would be so adamant in his refusal.
The Corvus Family had a name older than some spells. A lineage of elite duellist and spell-forgers - so elegant in their spells that it was equated to swordplay of a deft knight, so much that they had started to make wands that resembled blades through the arts of metallurgy. An entire signature of the Italian Pure-blood family, to wield magic like martial art.

The very notion of learning anything more than the public knowledge of the Corvus family was considered an honour in the Italian Wizarding World.

She just couldn't realise that such a legacy wasn't something her son was interested in yet.

"The kid wants to have fun in school. There's no way he's going to have fun in Seresonia if everyone treats him like a tool for greatness."

Emelia opened her mouth to object, but looked into her husband's eyes and found that she couldn't find a proper retort.

"… The kid wants to be free. Let him be free, Emelia."

Emelia looked to Diamante, clearly a little upset about his mother's rather pushy methods in trying to convince him.

She ended up grumbling to herself, covering her mouth with her hand and leaning on it.

"Easy for you to speak, Andrus. You didn't go to a magic school…"

Andrus sighed as he shifted through his food with his fork before he lightly jabbed the metal prongs into the meat.

"Of course I didn't, I went to Koryeo University to get my physics degree. Learnt sorcery from my father. You knew that, and yet you still loved me enough to confess to me."

Emelia nodded.

"… Yeah, I did."

"… Now, let's see what we need to get, and we'll go get it together."

"Can we do that tomorrow? They're doing a rerun of Star Wars tonight. I want to watch it, it's starting soon."

Andras chuckled at Diamante's request, Emelia finally cracking a smile as Diamante prodded the last bit of asparagus with his fork.

"I doubt there'll be any shops open tonight, anyway. Go finish your dinner, and we can watch Star Wars."

Diamante cracked a wide smile at that.
It was a rather eerie sight in the perspectives of wizards- of how well the magic family was incorporated into muggle society like this.

But the books on the shelves told the truth of the family. Ordered neatly in advanced chemistry, nuclear physics, quantum mechanics, biology, enchantment theory, history of Italian wizards, A few untitled books that held the knowledge of Eastern Sorcery.

All that Andras had gathered over the years to read and accumulate in knowledge. Something that now and again, Diamante took an interest in… only to put it back on the shelf because he could only understand a part of it before his head started to spin (his eyes didn't know where to start looking and processing information).

This family was far from ordinary.
Not to Wizards,
Not to Muggles,

Not to anyone.