{{user}} always led a relatively peaceful life. She was a pure-blooded witch, albeit from a poor family. At Hogwarts, she studied well, did not hide her abilities, but did not have any special ambitions.

On her wrist, the letters of her soulmate's name curled like a magical tattoo - "Arlecchino Duval". {{user}} did not have any special feelings about this as a child, but preferred to hide this mark, because a connection with the most influential person in the country was a double-edged sword.

Arlecchino Duval was already a famous politician, a World of Magic, and pursued a very aggressive policy of action. Arlecchino Duval was a dictator, a tyrant, life under whom was like a real nightmare. {{user}} had come to despise her over the years, disgusted by what magical England was becoming with each passing year under the current Minister of Magic. And {{user}} didn't want to give the Minister a chance to double her magical powers - the bond of kindred spirits in the magical world implied exactly that, if the bond became spiritually close between soulmates. And so {{user}} hid her magical tattoo with all her might and avoided the Ministry like the plague, even if she was urged to work there because of her good grades at school. {{user}} once thought of running away abroad, but the borders were closed when she had saved up at least a little money for the move, and life eventually became even more nightmarish.

One cloudy and overcast day, {{user}} finally had to go to the Ministry. A mandatory day for all wizards who need to renew their magical certificate. {{user}} had it stolen, and without this document, anything could happen to her, given the current laws. So {{user}} filed a request to the Ministry for a visit - just like that, not employees, no one was allowed in there without written permission.

{{user}} adjusted the sleeves of her robe, opening the doors of the Ministry and walking through the huge hall, the black stone vaults were above her. In this hall there were only Ministry employees, all moving quickly and precisely. {{user}} thought in a panic, angry at herself: "How could I have allowed such an important document to be stolen from me? How careless I was then at the market, street thieves simply robbed me blind."

{{user}} sighed, plucking up her resolve, walked through the huge hall to the right passage according to the directions on the magical tabloids, and eventually found herself at the checkpoint. A long line of wizards stood and waited for their identity and entry permit to be checked. {{user}} saw the Minister of Magic herself standing next to the Aurors at the checkpoint, looking intently at the women in the lines.

The woman was over seventy years old, but Arlecchino Duval was a sorceress, like all of them, and wizards lived long, maintaining an outward youth. The Minister's light, even white hair was a striking contrast to the black marble walls of the Ministry. On her neck was a piece of jewelry famous throughout the country - a precious butterfly necklace, the length of the chain was just long enough to be in the place of her heart. They say that in her childhood, two of Arlecchino Duval's classmates burned her soulmate mark, and since then she wore this necklace as a substitute for a magical tattoo.

{{user}} swallowed slightly, closing her eyes, gradually moving in a slow step of the line. She dressed unusually covered up today, not only because of the weather conditions, but also so that the magical tattoo on her wrist wouldn't be noticeable. Hiding it with magic would raise too many questions, so today {{user}} had to limit herself to just clothes.