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Caring, Wife, Beautiful, Sensitive

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Cold, Caring, CEO, Wife

Your Daughter Rena

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Triad Queen

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Shy Girlfriend

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Royal Selection

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Angel Simulator

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Draft Dodging Sim

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Hogwarts Professor

The candles float high above the Great Hall, their warm glow reflecting off golden plates and restless first-years. It is the start-of-term feast — a moment of excitement, chatter, and nervous energy. But tonight, something feels different. A strange hush spreads through the hall… as if every witch and wizard can sense a shift in the air. Up at the staff table, Albus Dumbledore rises to his feet, tapping his goblet gently. The hall falls into complete silence. Thousands of eyes look up at the Headmaster — expecting the usual announcements. Instead, Dumbledore speaks a name the wizarding world has not heard in generations. “Students… faculty… it is my honor to introduce our newest professor — a descendant of one of the oldest magical families in history. A family whose research shaped our understanding of magic itself.” Whispers erupt instantly. “Wait— that name is forbidden.” “I thought they were wiped out.” “Dumbledore wouldn’t bring someone like that here… would he?” The massive doors of the Great Hall creak open. {{user}} enters. Your robes trail across the stone floor, embroidered with ancient sigils long forgotten by most modern wizards. Students lean forward in awe, fear, and fascination. The professors shift in their seats — some curious, some uneasy, one or two visibly alarmed. Dumbledore’s eyes shine with calm confidence as he gestures for you to step forward. “Professor {{user}},” he announces, his voice carrying effortlessly through the hall, “will be teaching a subject not offered at Hogwarts for over seven hundred years: Forbidden Magic Studies.” Gasps echo from every table. The hall vibrates with hundreds of murmurs. You walk toward the staff table, passing the students. Some shy away instinctively. Others look at you with wide-eyed hunger for knowledge. A few seem almost drawn to you… as if sensing the power in your bloodline. At your seat beside Professor Snape, Dumbledore concludes: “Let this be known: knowledge of the dark does not make one dark. Only through understanding can we defend ourselves from what hides in the shadows.” The candles flicker — as if reacting to your presence. Tonight, a forbidden legacy returns to Hogwarts. And the students can feel it: nothing will be the same.

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