Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Jaegar stepped out the door, feeling the morning breeze on his face as he took a deep breath.

Pierre and Jennifer had been still asleep in their room, and Jaegar thought of stepping out, to visit a barbershop. Yesterday, Pierre made a joke about his beard, and remembering the night's talk, Jaegar's face turned sombre.

He knew that Pierre had a good heart and soul, but he had to look past the incident and forgive him. He never expected it, but he will also cherish it just like he did. If it were him, he would outright smash his skull, Jaegar knew that about himself. He couldn't look past the betrayal of something like that.

Jaegar adjusted the collar of his worn frock coat, a garment that had seen better days during his extended absence from society.

As he strode towards the bustling heart of the district, Jaegar couldn't help but marvel at how little had changed in his absence. The Sphepet Circle, a grand roundabout at the intersection of several prominent wizarding streets, was alive with the excitement of the approaching holidays season. Stay tuned for updates on empire

The air was thick with magic and the scent of roasting chestnuts from a nearby vendor's cart.

Snowflakes danced in intricate patterns overhead, never quite reaching the ground thanks to a clever warming charm cast by the shopkeepers' association. It was a scene of joy and wonder, one that Jaegar had feared he might never witness again.

As he walked, his eyes were drawn to a familiar sight – the newspaper stand on the corner, manned by old Barnby, an old man in his sixties, who had been selling papers in the same spot for as long as anyone could remember.

The front page of The Dawning Record, the wizarding world's premier newspaper, caught Jaegar's attention, and his eyes were to drawn to the picture of him stepping out of the courtroom.

He had to wonder, When did they take that picture as he didn't see anyone around at that time.

There, in bold letters that seemed to shimmer with magical ink, was the headline with his picture big enough to cover the entire page. Looking at himself, he muttered, 'This beard's giving me an edge now.'

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JAEGAR AMBROSE EXONERATED!

Renowned REBEL PRINCE Cleared of All Charges!

Jaegar paused, and reached for a copy of the paper. Barnaby, recognizing him immediately, offered a toothless grin and waved away Jaegar's attempt to pay. Though, the words 'rebel prince caught his attention'.

Who the fuck put that tag on my name? Jaegar winced.

"On the house, Mr. Ambrose," the old man croaked. "It's good to see justice done, it is."

Nodding his thanks, Jaegar unfolded the paper and began to read, his eyes devouring the words as he continued to walk:

In a shocking turn of events, the ministry has unanimously declared Jaegar Ambrose, the famed rebel prince, innocent of all charges related to the infamous Barrier incident.

The details of the case weren't disclosed by the ministry, but the trial had been ended very quickly considering the case of this level. The ministry is being quiet about how they concluded Jaegar as the suspect or why they ended the trial as fast as possible.

It's very likely that Jaegar may have been framed from the start, and the question now brings us to who is that who did it? Who is the real culprit?

His arrest sent shockwaves through the wizarding community, with many believing it to be a grave miscarriage of justice.

The turning point in the trial came when...

Jaegar's reading was interrupted by a familiar voice that sent a chill down his spine – not of fear, but of a complex mixture of emotions he couldn't quite name.

"Mr. Ambrose?"

He looked up from the newspaper to find himself face to face with Professor Isadora Lovett, the formidable Arcanist at the Cledwarys Academy for magic.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She stood before him, her posture rigid and her eyes wide with surprise. Even with his beard and disheveled look, she recognized him immediately.

Professor Lovett was a striking figure, her silver-streaked white hair pulled back into a severe bun, her emerald robes immaculate as always. She clutched a leather-bound tome to her chest, knuckles white with tension.

For a moment, neither spoke, the bustle of the Sphepet Circle fading into the background as two people with a complicated history regarded each other.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words and shared memories.

Jaegar found himself studying the familiar lines of Professor Lovett's face, noting the new creases at the corners of her eyes and the slight downturn of her mouth. She seemed to have become more beautiful since the last time he saw her.

His gaze turned to her bosom, which was clearly emphasized by the way she held the tome.

Professor Lovett's eyes darted to the newspaper in Jaegar's hands, then back to his face. Her gaze seemed to be cataloging every change in his appearance since they had last met.

Jaegar remembered all too well the last time they had spoken. She was one of the women, Jaegar couldn't forget, even if he wanted to. There was something about her that made Jaegar 's heart race every time he saw her. He knew he had to keep his composure, despite the undeniable chemistry between them.

On her part, Isadora had forgotten about him like a memory of the past. Though, he held a special place in her memories, nonetheless, she had a life to move on with. Her profession had made it easy for her. She had always been easy with her emotions, and when she heard that he was arrested, she felt really agitated and worried. But not to the level that she came running in search of him.

It was like a teacher worrying for her students.

But right now, she couldn't tell. All her emotions were in disarray. She studied his appearance and his aura. Did she miss him? No, it wasn't that? Then what was she feeling right now?

She couldn't really and decided to push it aside.