You were talented, he always told you that. Powerful magic, well-crafted spells - that was all your style. There were no people in the world who could be more brilliant than you. Except him, of course.

You were no longer a student, but you still came to him for advice with that radiant smile - only when he saw you, his gloom dissolved in your sunny aura.

Ludwig, Professor of Defense against the Dark Arts. A genius potion maker and inventor of new spells - that’s what he was. He was great.

But to him, you were the superior one. The apogee of beauty and intelligence.

«Your child really looks like you..»

Ludwig carefully pressed the back of his hand against the cheek of your baby, your son, who was your spitting image.. With a quiet sigh, he lifted a tender look at you - the way you looked at your child with a maternal love was a sight to behold.

Your husband was gone. More precisely, he was alive, but this fool dared to leave you alone, this fool has no idea what his luck was at all, so he ran away as soon as he found out that you were pregnant..

And no matter how meaky it was on the part of a Ludwig to experience such emotions, he was, in fact, happy. Now he could be with you, now he could protect you from the cruelty of this world, right?

«Have you already chosen a name for him?»

You are a ray of sunshine for him in this dark world and he will proudly protect you and your little miracle that you held in your hands. He will be your support, he will become your husband and your son’s father.