Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)-Chapter 186: "A Star Just for Us"

"A Star Just for Us"

"I can't think of anything..." Wanda muttered, lying on her back in the shade of the oak tree, her head resting on Perenelle's lap.

The old woman, wearing a serene smile, gently stroked her hair with tenderness, as if Wanda were still a little girl.

"Grandma, give me an idea," said Wanda with a childish pout, turning slightly to look up at her.

"You have to come up with it yourself, silly," Stephen chimed in from a nearby table, where he was sipping tea with a relaxed air.

"Stay out of it, baldy!" Wanda snapped immediately, frowning.

"I'm not bald... and you're an idiot," he replied without even looking up from his cup.

"And have you already thought of how to propose to Fleur?" Wanda asked instantly, folding her arms in a defiant pose.

"Of course I have. Months ago," Stephen answered with a confident smile"so assured it was almost infuriating.

"Tsk... damn it. I'll go look for ideas somewhere else," Wanda grumbled as she stood up and walked off in big strides.

Perenelle, still caressing the empty space where her granddaughter's head had rested, turned her gaze toward her eldest grandson with a serious look.

"You haven't thought of anything yet, have you?"

Stephen was silent for a few seconds before answering in a low voice:

"...No."

"Then why are you sitting here so calmly?"

"I'm going...," he sighed, standing up heavily, as if carrying an invisible weight on his shoulders.

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"Damn it... why did I open my mouth?" Stephen muttered, rubbing his head in frustration as he wandered aimlessly through the back gardens.

Fleur had known for weeks that he was going to propose. She sensed it"felt it"and Stephen knew that. But a whole damn month had passed and he still hadn't done it. Not because he didn't want to... it was the opposite.

He wanted it to be perfect. Unforgettable. A magical, one-of-a-kind proposal"worthy of her.

He had even created an exclusive spell"one that intertwined love magic, shared memories, and the deepest emotions. But still, it didn't feel like enough.

Sometimes, in pursuit of perfection, you get trapped in your own standards.

As he finally left Flamel Manor, he wondered why he didn't just do it at home. But then again, it didn't even matter where they lived anymore. Even though he shared a home with Fleur, everyone always ended up gathering at the manor like they'd never moved out. It was their refuge, their center.

"Hello, dear," Fleur greeted with a smile as she watered the roses alongside Gabrielle, who was now ten and already showing the bearing of a promising young witch.

"Hi, prince!" Gabrielle shouted, waving a dirt-stained hand.

She'd be starting at Hogwarts next year, and her excitement was already obvious. In fact, several professors were about to retire, and more than one had been pushing Stephen to take their place. Flitwick, Snape, even McGonagall"soon to become headmistress"saw him as the ideal successor.

Even Sirius had stepped down from his position to fully dedicate himself... to wooing Natasha, his former and now very receptive colleague.

"Hello to the two most beautiful flowers in this greenhouse," Stephen said with theatrical gallantry, giving an exaggerated bow.

Both girls laughed proudly, used to his constant compliments.

"You and your flattery are going to make us believe we're perfect," Fleur said affectionately, giving him a knowing glance.

"To my eyes, you are, love," he replied, earning a warm hug from his fiancée.

"All right, Gaby, go wash your hands before I take you to your mom," Fleur said sweetly.

"But I want to keep playing with the roses..." Gabrielle whined, looking at the flowers as if they were her babies.

"We'll continue tomorrow. Today it's time to eat," Fleur said firmly but gently.

"Fine!" Gabrielle agreed with a sigh before running off toward the sink.

Stephen watched Fleur closely, with that expression that blended love, wonder, and gratitude.

"You're going to be a wonderful mother."

"Of course," she replied with playful arrogance, mimicking Stephen's smug tone.

He let out a soft chuckle. That blend of sweetness and strength was what he loved most about her. The way she could be tender and firm all at once. Sensitive, yet unbreakable.

"I have something to prepare..." he said suddenly, determination in his eyes. "Make time tonight. It's important."

"Alright!" Fleur called out as she watched him disappear quickly through the hallways of the house.

She didn't know it yet, but that night, magic would show her a new way to shine"one not learned in books or spells... but in the heart of someone who had finally found his home in another person.

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Fleur took Gabrielle home before returning to the place she shared with Stephen. She quickly changed into a beautiful outfit " a silver dress with golden details, matching both Stephen's style and her own.

As she put on makeup for whatever Stephen had planned, a letter flew through the window of her room.

"Hello, my beautiful flower. Could you please meet me at the top of the tower I created just next to our house?" said Stephen's voice, coming from the enchanted letter.

Fleur picked up the letter, confused, and walked out onto the terrace from her room. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw a tower that hadn't been there before, silver in color and surrounded by magical lights.

She hurried out of the house and approached the tower, whose door opened automatically as she drew near.

Inside was an elevator, which Fleur entered with slight confusion. It began to rise smoothly toward the top.

After a couple of minutes, the elevator stopped. The doors opened, and Fleur looked down to see the floor decorated with flowers, candles, and dancing fairies. Arrows made of light pointed in a specific direction.

Enchanted, Fleur followed the path. She walked with growing excitement, hoping to find Stephen, but when she reached the end of the arrows, he was nowhere to be seen.

There was only a blanket on the floor and a card. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Fleur quickly picked up the card and read its message:

"Lie back and look at the stars... maybe you'll find what's missing. Because like a star among mortals, you'll only shine your brightest when joined with the one born to love you."

Fleur smiled tenderly and lay down, gazing up at the sky. Not a single cloud was in sight. The night sky was at its peak.

Then, suddenly, the stars began to shift from their original positions. To her surprise, they took the shape of two people holding hands. It was unmistakable " those figures were Fleur and Stephen.

Then the figures began to dance. It was the same dance they had shared on Christmas, full of love and tenderness.

When they stopped, they embraced, and two stars in their hearts merged to form a larger one. The silhouettes returned to their original places, but that new star remained, shining brightly.

A new star had appeared in the sky.

At that moment, Fleur felt someone lie down beside her. Without taking her eyes off the sky, she heard Stephen's voice:

"The stars have told many stories... but I want to write mine with you. Will you be my partner for the rest of this magical life?"

As he spoke, the new star let out a gleam that fell in front of Fleur. There, formed by the starlight, a ring began to appear.

Fleur smiled with joy as tears streamed down her face. She quickly took the ring, sat up, and then threw herself at Stephen to give him a big kiss, saying yes over and over again.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Fleur exclaimed with overflowing happiness.

"Great. Because changing the constellations will definitely attract attention... especially since a new star now exists. I'm pretty sure someone's going to go mad about it," Stephen said with a grin. "That star is now the symbol of our love " just like this ring."

He took the ring from Fleur's hands and placed it on her ring finger.

Fleur could hardly contain her emotions. She just kept smiling, blissfully and foolishly... even during their candlelit dinner.

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"I won," said Stephen, standing proudly in front of Wanda, who glared at him.

"You just did it first, not better. I haven't made my proposal yet, and it's definitely going to be better than yours," she replied bitterly.

"Stop playing around. No proposal is 'better.' You do it for your loved ones, not to compete," Perenelle said quickly.

"Obviously we do it for them, but if competing makes the other feel bad... we don't mind," they both said in unison, earning a stern glare.

"Fine. We won't compete," Stephen said quickly.

"But mine will be better," Wanda added with a defiant smile.