Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

As he continued his journey, Pierre's mind wandered back to the last time he had seen Jaegar.

On the last day of school, he could still remember how they partied and celebrated their graduation. They promised to keep in touch with the letters and to have frequent reunions between the three of them.

But it didn't go as planned. Pierre had family problems to deal with, and he was taken under his father's care and given a job at his father's company. Jennifer pursued her dream of being a potion master, and Pierre helped her set up a shop in the city.

The sound of raised voices snapped Pierre out of his reverie. A group of wizards was gathered around a street vendor, arguing heatedly about the latest measures imposed by the Ministry.

In the absence of the barrier, the magical community had been forced to take unprecedented steps to maintain their secrecy. New laws were enacted almost daily, each more restrictive than the last. The use of magic in public spaces was now severely limited, apparition points were heavily monitored, and even owl posts were subject to scrutiny.

As he walked, Pierre couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. It was a constant sensation these days, a prickle at the back of his neck that never quite went away. Whether it was legitimate Ministry surveillance or simply the paranoia that came with living under such tense circumstances, he couldn't be sure.

***

A few months back,

In the towering Witch Spire, a structure as ancient as it was powerful, tension hung in the air like a thick, oppressive fog. The once-stable hierarchy of the witching world had been thrown into disarray, with accusations and whispered conspiracies echoing through its hallowed halls.

At the center of this storm stood the Reverend Witch, her face a mask of calm that belied the turmoil within. For decades, she had been humanity's strongest witch, a beacon of wisdom and power. Now, her position was threatened by accusations that struck at the very core of their sacred traditions.

The council chamber, a vast circular room near the top of the spire, buzzed with heated debate. Prominent Witches from all corners of the magical realm had gathered, their voices rising and falling as they argued over the fate of their leader.

"She gave the tome to a male!" one elder witch shouted, her voice cracking with outrage. "Our most sacred scripture, handed over as if it were a common spell book!"

"Not to mention, he is the main suspect behind the incident that stirred our entire realm," one of them added.

Others nodded in agreement, their faces etched with lines of concern and anger. The tome in question was more than just a book; it was the very foundation of their power, passed down through generations of witches. The idea that it had been given to a man – even one as exceptional as Jaegar – was nearly inconceivable to many.

Angelina, her face expressionless, sat at the centre of the chamber. She wasn't concerned with what they were throwing at her. Her thoughts were all around Jaegar.

As Jaegar's well-wisher and master, she felt the weight of this situation perhaps more keenly than anyone. She had watched the boy grow, had nurtured his exceptional talents, and had come to love him as a grandmother would. Now, his actions – or at least, the actions attributed to him – threatened to tear apart the very fabric of their society.

After hours of heated discussion, a decision was reached.

Until they find a replacement for her, the Reverend Witch would remain in the spire, overseeing its affairs but barred from intervening in matters beyond its walls. It was a compromise that satisfied no one fully, but it was the best they could manage given the circumstances.

Her position as Reverend Witch had been revoked, and the council of witches would be overseeing the duties of the reverend witch until they found a suitable candidate for the position.

They knew better about her powers, so they just couldn't send her away and leave the spire leaderless and unprotected. She had been the main pillar of the Witch Spire for decades. They thought it would be best to keep her here, where they could monitor her closely and ensure the safety of the spire.

It was a difficult decision, but one they believed was necessary for the greater good of their community.

As the council dispersed, Angelina made her way to a quiet corner, where Diana, Jaegar's aunt, waited. The news hit Diana like a physical blow, her already pale face draining of what little colour remained.

"I'm sorry, child," Angelina said softly, placing a comforting hand on Diana's shoulder. "But for now, you must return to the human realm. It's not safe for you here, not with emotions running so high."

Diana nodded numbly, her mind already racing ahead to what this meant. Leaving the spire meant leaving behind any hope of news about Jaegar or of being there when, if, he returned. But she knew Angelina was right. The whispers and accusing glares that followed her through the spire had become increasingly hostile in recent weeks.

As Diana prepared to leave, a commotion outside drew her to the window. Flyers were falling from the sky like leaves in autumn, carrying on a magical wind that ensured they reached every corner of the magical realm. Her heart sank as she caught one, only to see Jaegar's face staring back at her, the word "WANTED" emblazoned above it in angry red letters.

Angelina's face twisted with fury as she saw the flyers. "This is madness," she muttered, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. "To hunt him like a common criminal when we don't even know the full story."

But there was nothing they could do. With the Reverend Witch's powers curtailed and suspicion falling on anyone associated with Jaegar, their hands were tied.

Angelina was careful enough to put a shadow spell in her tracks to keep her safe.