Azrael
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SOLOMON AYERS


"I could always roast your body over an open flame. I like smores.""I. . .apologize about Azrael. He isn't really fond of humans."

Solomon Ayers is, essentially, two beings in one body.There's Solomon, the human the body belongs to. He is 16 years old with average magical abilities.Then there's Azrael, a Seraph and the Angel of Death occupying Solomon's body. Their age is unknown, but their earliest memory of Earth would be the middle of its creation.

GENERAL

SOLOMON AYERSโžฃ Name | Solomon Ayers
โžฃ Nickname | Sol ( by Azrael )
โžฃ Age | 16 years old
โžฃ Hogwarts House | Slytherin
โžฃ Height | 5'7 - 173 cm
โžฃ Birthday | April 27th, 1927
โžฃ Species | Human
โžฃ Relationship Status | Single
โžฃ Sexuality | "I would burn the world for you."
โžฃ Fatal Flaw | Loyalty
โžฃ Zodiac
SUN: Taurus
MOON: TBD
RISING: TBD
โžฃ Mother | Miriam Ayers ( nee Black )
โžฃ Father | Elijah Ayers

HISTORY

๐’๐Ž๐‹๐Ž๐Œ๐Ž๐ ๐€๐˜๐„๐‘๐’ was born to Miriam and Elijah Ayers on April 27th, 1927, a wealthy Pureblood family that was mostly neutral during the reign of Grindelwald. Solomon does have a twin brother that he isnโ€™t exactly close with at all. In September of 1939, Solomon and his brother were sorted into Slytherin where his brother immediately made friends among the other children. Solomon, however, did not and found company within the likes of muggleborns and half-bloods. He was labeled a traitor to SlytherinHouse and frequently embarrassed with very little people jumping to his defenses.In the original timeline, Solomon was pushed from the Astronomy tower by [REDACTED] during his sixth year at Hogwarts and never recovered. He eventually died of his injuries, which included collapsing organs and a shattered skeletal frame. Due to the death of his brother, the older twin eventually joins his Tom Riddleโ€™s Knights of Walpurgis and, eventually, the Death Eaters.However, his new story is after he was approached and coerced into agreeing to be the vessel to the Angel of Death, Azrael in exchange for healing his injuries.

PERSONALITY

Solomon is a very quiet, kind, and polite individual. He doesn't like to stand out very much and will go out of his way to make friends with people from other houses. He isn't an outstanding student, though his talents do lie more in Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies more than anything else. In addition, Solomon has a heartbreakingly pathetic crush on Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. that has blinded him to the truth in what he is.Azrael is the opposite of Solomon, being very sarcastic and a, sometimes, mean spirited individual. He doesn't hold many humans in high regard, but not because they're humans, but because he tends to think that most beings are dumb, anyways. He did spend a lot of time on Earth between guiding souls into the afterlife, taking care of those who had escaped Death, and taking various vacations when he was sure the reapers could handle the workload by themselves. He holds a lot of pop culture references and will often use them to insult people or defer a situation.


LORE

As warriors of God and agents of fate, angels are extremely powerful beings in the supernatural world. They are superhuman beings superior to mortals in both power and intelligence. Their true spiritual forms or visages prove overwhelming to most mortals; however, some 'special' people can view their true visages without suffering lasting effects; demons also can't look at them in their true form without damaging their hosts. Although not physically seen as they have no physical presence or being of their own, an angel's presence has been seen or manifested on earth as a brilliant white light (or a bluish luminous smoke if they have no wings). Respectively, angels in their true form do have large swan-like wings on their backs which can range in number anywhere from two to six. When angels die after being stabbed by an angel blade, shadows of their wings are burned into the surface on which they are lying.Angels are very much capable of both developing human emotions and flaws of character, rather the majority of them choose not to show or admit to having emotions as emotions are considered doorways to doubt as well as a weakness, and they are not permitted to display emotions for the same reasons.Angels consider themselves family to one another, referring to each other as brothers and sisters. The angels also refer to God as their father. Even though God is their 'father', all angels except the archangels, Metatron, and Gadreel have never actually seen God or his true face.Due to their age and power, many angels look down upon humans and see them as inferior. Lucifer rebelled because God loved humans, a flawed and arrogant species, more than angels. Some angels continued to hold resentment to this many thousands of years later, as evidenced by Uriel and his followers. Feelings of resentment aren't universal, as some angels such as Samandriel, Joshua and Inias are much more civil with humans, while others, such as Anna, Gabriel, and (eventually) Metatron, consider them better than angels because, despite their inherent flaws, a lot of them strive to do good.While outside of a vessel, angels either appear to humans as a brilliant white light, or a bluish luminous smoke (depending if they have their wings or not). While within a vessel, angels only have their powers thanks to their grace. Without it, they are just like humans and become subject to the process of life and death, as stated by Metatron when he removed Castiel's grace. Anna stated that removing it voluntarily is very painful, comparable to a human removing a kidney.Unlike humans, because they lack physical bodies, angels do not reproduce while in their true forms, as reproduction is a purely physical process. Angels have secret knowledge pre-programmed into their being that they aren't even aware of. The screams an angel makes when tortured sends out ripples that cause strange occurrences, such a glass bottle shattering or a bush lighting on fire.When angels fall from Heaven, they appear like meteors to the human eye. However, being expelled from Heaven due to this spell, doesn't deny angels their Heavenly powers, although it burns off their wings, which denies them teleportation, and forces them to manifest as bluish luminous smoke.Similar to demons, Angels possessing a vessel can change the eye color of their vessel; in the case of Angels, they can cause the vessel's eyes to turn bright blue. Unlike demons however, Angels rarely do this so as not to draw attention to themselves and only do so in stressful or combat situations. Among Angels, the Archangel Lucifer is unique as his vessel's eyes glow red instead of blue.Most angels, when possessing vessels, often dress in suits or formal wear. There are a few exceptions. Sometimes, if the vessel they possess did not originally wear something formal, the angel would change. An example of this being Raphael and Alternate Michael.Many angels have names of Hebrew origin. Many angels also have names ending in "el". Examples include: Castiel, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Hael, Gadreel, Uriel, Rachel, Nithael, Jophiel, Ambriel, Nathaniel, Azrael, Mirabel, Asariel, Muriel, and Samandriel.Angels have also been shown to not be distressed from witnessing violence and gore. While humans can get frightened and traumatized by witnessing violence, angels appear to be typically unphased when seeing bloodshed and gore.Angels are capable of sharing control with their vessels, though they typically don't do so. Solomon and Azrael do have an agreement, however. Azrael is able to manifest to Solomon as an exact duplicate of his vessel to communicate with him even while Solomon is in control and Solomon in turn appeared to be aware of the world around him even when Azrael was in charge, resulting in a seamless transition between angel and vessel when they traded places.

SERAPHIM

Seraphim are a whole other type of angelic being, who are stronger and more powerful than regular angels and Cupids. Like the archangels and the Grigori, Seraphs powers are imbued within them, and if they fall from or become cut off from Heaven, they don't lose any of their powers. Their current role on Heaven is unknown but one was sent over to watch, observe and learn about humanity.

ABILITIES

โžฃ Angelic Possession - A seraph requires a vessel to manifest physically on Earth. Like all angels, they must bear their consent.โžฃ Immortality - A seraph, like all angels, by nature, can't die by any natural means of death. They are impervious to bullets, knives, bombs, and any other conventional human ways of killing.โžฃ Super Stamina - A seraph never tires or gets fatigued. A seraph does not require food, sleep, or oxygen.โžฃ Super Strength - As a higher class of angel endowed with greater strength, seraphs are extremely strong. They can lift at least 1 ton and they can easily overpower and destroy most beings. However, their strength is completely no match for an archangel or a Prince of Hell.โžฃBiokinesis - A seraph is able to cure a human turning into a monster.โžฃ Telepathy - A seraph can easily read the minds of humans.โžฃ Dream Walking - Azrael is capable of dream walking and even taking another person with him.โžฃ Pyrokinesis - A seraph can generate and manipulate fire.โžฃ Healing - A seraph can heal others from severe wounds.โžฃ Localization - A seraph is able to track and locate beings, although not if they are warded by Enochian sigils.โžฃ Resurrection - A seraph can bring back the dead.โžฃ Invisibility - A seraph can become invisible to humans.โžฃ Smiting - As all angels, a seraph is able to burn out the eyes of humans, monsters, and demons, killing them.โžฃ Regeneration - Like all angels, Seraphs can heal from injuries inflicted upon them. However, wounds caused by angelic weapons take longer to heal. They can't heal the damage inflicted by Lance of Michael.โžฃ Reality Warping - A seraph possesses reality warping abilities.โžฃ Mental Manipulation - A seraph can manipulate, erase or restore a person's perceptions and memories of events.โžฃ Soul Reading/Channeling - Azrael has the ability to read a person's soul to check the marker of another angel had left there, see if there is a soul there and check the state of the soul. He has also displayed the ability to channel power from a human soul, though this had to be done very gingerly and could result in the death of the human if done wrong.โžฃ Power Negation - A seraph is capable of removing powers from empowered humans, however, it can leave them mentally damaged to do so and is very painful to the individual losing the power.โžฃ Photokinesis - As a seraph, Azrael is able to emit white light fatal to other beings, particularly demons and monsters.โžฃ Vessel Locking - A seraph can hold a demon in smoke form as if it was tangible and force the demon to return to its vessel.โžฃ Animal Communication - Castiel was able to speak to and understand a cat.โžฃ Astral Projection - Like other angels, Seraphim can display their wings in a show of intimidation.โžฃ Mental Projection - Azrael is capable of projecting mental images of himself from various locations.โžฃ Lie Detection - Azrael is capable of sensing if someone is lying to him, but only in the moment.โžฃ Mind Control - By touching his hand to a someone's forehead, Azrael is able to project commands into the minds of people, though it only lasts for a few minutes.โžฃ Telekinesis - Like all Angels, Azrael is capable of moving things without touching them.โžฃ Apporting - A seraph could teleport a human or monster.โžฃ Chronokinesis - A seraph can travel through time, with greater ease than lower angels, and they are also able to send others either forward or backwards through time, with the same ease. They can send others through time without having to travel with them as well. They can also bend (freezing and speeding up) the time.โžฃ Teleportation - A seraph can teleport from one place to another instantly.

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โ› ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐ค๐ข๐. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ. ๐€๐‘๐„. ๐Œ๐ž. โœ๐€ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐…๐”๐‹ ๐’๐Ž๐‹๐Ž๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘“
๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘› ๐ด๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐ด๐‘ง๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘’๐‘™.
โ€” โ€” โ€”๐“๐‡๐„ year is 1943. Or 1944. Solomon couldnโ€™t sit still, afraid that someone was looking at him. Afraid that someone was going to know that something was ๐™ฌ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ. That he wasnโ€™t the only one at his end of the table.A hand came into his vision and picked at the plate in front of him. It belonged to himself. Or rather, something that looked just like him. Something that only he could see.โ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐—ผ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ. . .๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐ฅ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐›๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐—ผ๐ฐ. ๐˜๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐๐ญ๐—ผ ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐—บ ๐๐—ผ๐ฐ๐ง ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐—ผ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐—ผ๐—บ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก. โžThe wizard said nothing in his own defense. In front of him, leaning all over the Slytherin table was something he didnโ€™t even believe was possible at first. He was awizard. Beings like his ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ didnโ€™t fall into his category, his world. He knew nothing about ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™ก๐™จ. He didnโ€™t even know they were supposed to exist.โ ๐“๐ก๐—ผ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐š๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐—ผ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ž? ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐—ผ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฅ๐—ผ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐—ผ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐—ผ๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž, โž the Seraph had told him when they first met.Solomon had no reason to believe they existed. That was, until he had almost died on Hogwarts ground and the Angel came to him as a blessing in disguise. All he needed to do was give consent, say ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ in all the ways that mattered to him. If he said ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ, then Azrael would save his life.So, he did, and then he got a permanent roommate that never shut up and even complained about Solomon being human. He sighed and picked at his food. The Seraph had made it pretty clear that if he was to speak to the Angel, it would look at if he was picking at his food to everyone else. Something about warped reality and fields.He didnโ€™t reallyunderstand it, anyways.โ€œ. . .Iโ€™m not ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ to act weird. Besides, it shouldnโ€™t even matter. To them Iโ€™m no more fidgety than before the accident. If anything, this lot is probably expecting me to jump at every little thing that crosses my path,โ€ the wizardsaid, pushing his plate away. He wasnโ€™t hungry. He didnโ€™t even need to eat with Azrael residing in him.The Seraph raised an identical eyebrow and Solomon sighed. There was no fooling him.โ ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐—ผ๐ซ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ง๐š๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ, ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐—บ๐š๐ฃ๐—ผ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐—บ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐—บ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐—บ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ข๐—บ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐—ผ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐’๐—ผ, ๐ž๐ฑ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ˆโ€™๐—บ ๐ง๐—ผ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ-๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐—ผ๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐—บ๐—ผ๐ง๐ค๐ž๐ฒ๐ฌ.๐ˆ ๐๐—ผ ๐ค๐ง๐—ผ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐’๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. โžAnd Solomon probably couldnโ€™t get away with lying to someone who was older than the universe. Azrael liked to say that they were the ๐™จ๐™–๐™ข๐™š now. Same face, same thoughts. They shared everything, and probably would for a very long time. At least until Azrael returned to his own time in 2020.That year was hard for Solomon to imagine.โ€œWell, I wouldnโ€™t be acting weird if you would just ๐™—๐™š ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™ž๐™š๐™ฉ. Youโ€™re so ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ช๐™™,โ€ he said, baring his teeth and hitting the table with his fists. That definitely got him a few looks from his fellow Slytherins, most of which turned their attention from him after a few seconds and a sneer. Great.The fifth year buried his hand in his hair, keeping his head low except for the occasional glance down the table. And thatโ€™s when he saw him.๐™๐™ค๐™ข ๐™๐™ž๐™™๐™™๐™ก๐™š.The person of his affections. His brother was lucky to be part of Riddleโ€™s group. His brother was smart, cunning, sly, handsome. Perfect, even. He fit in just right.And Riddle was, . . .nothing short of perfection. It was the hair, the ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ, the delicious politeness whenever they were within a few feet of each other. It was almost like Riddle was wearing a mask.Solomon desperately wanted to be the one to take the mask off and tell him that he could be the ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š for him. He had told the older boy that he was in love with him months before. There was so silent rejection. No pat on his shoulder. There was a laugh, though. From ๐™๐™ค๐™ข and Solomon felt as if his heart was being torn in two.In the end, he wasnโ€™t the one to take off Riddleโ€™s mask, but he had been the reason it had slipped off when he was told that he could never love, much less ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™๐™ž๐™ข.And yet, he still couldnโ€™t keep his eyes from the older boy. He really was pathetic.โ ๐–๐ก๐—ผ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ญ? โž the Angel asked, suddenly appearing on the left side of Solomon. This way he wasnโ€™t obstructing his view. โ ๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ญ ๐š ๐’ƒ๐’๐’š? ๐˜๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค ๐›๐—ผ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐—ผ ๐—บ๐ž. ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐—ผ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐š๐›๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐—บ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐—ผ๐—บ๐ž ๐ฅ๐—ผ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐Ÿ๐—ผ๐ซ๐—บ, ๐ฐ๐—ผ๐ซ๐—บ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐—ผ๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐—ผ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. ๐Ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐—ผ๐—บ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ. โžSolomon flushed, dropping his eyes back to his hands and fiddling with them. He knew that if he didnโ€™t say something, Azrael would just go cartwheeling through his mind looking for answers.โ€œ. . .ddle,โ€ he said quietly.The Angel huffed and Solomon took that as a sign to speak louder. He really, ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ didnโ€™t want to but he didnโ€™t have very manyoptions in this case.โ€œ๐™๐™ค๐™ข ๐™๐™ž๐™™๐™™๐™ก๐™š. Thatโ€™s who I was. . .looking at. Heโ€™s. . .heโ€™s very good looking. Does your religion say anything about liking men? Am I going to your ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก?"Hold the phone, stop the CLOCK. There was a hell of a lot to unpack there, starting with his sexuality. โ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ƒ๐š๐ ๐๐—ผ๐ž๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐—ผ ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š ๐›๐—ผ๐ง๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐—ผ๐ซ, ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐—ผ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ฌ ๐œ๐—ผ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ, ๐ฌ๐—ผ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‡๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค, ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ? ๐’๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐, โž he paused, smacking his vessel across his head and hissing. โ ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ?! ๐‘ป๐’๐’Ž ๐‘น๐’Š๐’…๐’…๐’๐’†?! ๐‘จ๐’“๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’ ๐’Š๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’•?! โžSolomon hissed, catching the back of his hand and turning to glare at Azrael. His emotions were running too high for him to stay in the Great Hall. Eyes were on him again, which meant he needed to leave. The Slytherin quickly gathered his belongings, ignoring the staring as he pushed the doors open and headed for the bathroom. โ€œWhat did you do ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ for?! Hitting me? Are you serious, Azrael?โ€ He said loudly, throwing his bag to the ground and standing in front of the mirror.Instead of being right beside him, Azrael was in the mirror, crossing his arms with a look of disapproval. โ ๐€๐—บ ๐ˆ ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’–๐’”?! ๐’๐—ผ๐ฅ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ผ๐ง, ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š ๐œ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก ๐—ผ๐ง ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐‡๐ข๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ! ๐‡๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐—ผ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐—ผ๐ง๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐—ผ ๐œ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐—ผ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž. โžHe was at a lost for words, his mouth gaping open like a fish. โ€œI-I. . .I donโ€™t. . .๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ?โ€œThe Angel rolled his eyes before throwing his hands up in exasperation. Did humans just neglect to look under the surface or what that just a Solomon thing.โ ๐‹๐—ผ๐—ผ๐ค, ๐ค๐ข๐. ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐ง๐—ผ๐ฐ, ๐‘๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐—ผ๐ง๐ง๐š ๐›๐ž ๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ณ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐š ๐›๐š๐  ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ฌ. ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐—ผ๐ฐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š๐ง ๐—ผ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐—ผ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐™๐š๐œ ๐„๐Ÿ๐ซ๐—ผ๐ง, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆโ€™๐—บ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ. ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐—ผ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐—ผ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ฌ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐๐ž๐ฎ๐ซ. ๐‡๐ž. ๐ˆ๐ฌ. ๐๐—ผ๐ญ. ๐‘ฎ๐’๐’๐’…. โžNo. ๐™‰๐™ค. Azrael was wrong. Tom was going to be the Minister of Magic one day. He was going to do ๐™–๐™ข๐™–๐™ฏ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ things. Far more than Solomon could ever hope to be or do.โ€œYou. . .you donโ€™t know that. You said that I was supposed to ๐™™๐™ž๐™š, right? And I didnโ€™t, which proves that the atom that you know is just a version of him. We can. . .we can save him, canโ€™t we?โ€Azrael groaned, grabbing at his hair dropping his back against the wall. His vessel was an idiot. He just has to get stuck with a dad-damned bleeding heart, and one who was in love with someone as hopeless as Tom fucking Riddle. He didnโ€™t save Solomon because he felt bad for him. Azrael saved him because him, nor his brother and parents were a significant part of history. When his brother died, Tom hadnโ€™t even remembered his name.Tom Riddle becoming Voldemort was a fixed point in history.Maybe he would let his vessel try and do this. It wasnโ€™t like the future Dark Lord could hurt him. Not with Azrael backing him a hundred fold.โ . . .๐ˆ ๐๐—ผ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ. ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ˆ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐—ผ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ฐ๐ง๐ฒ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐—ผ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐ก๐—ผ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ฅ๐—ผ๐œ๐ค, ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐, ๐ ๐—ผ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ? ๐ˆโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ก๐—ผ๐ฏ๐ž ๐—บ๐ฒ ๐›๐ฅ๐š๐๐ž ๐ฌ๐—ผ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐—ผ๐—บ๐ž ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐—ผ๐š๐ญ. โžAnd dear Father, do not tell him that he carried an Angel. Contrary to popular belief, he isnโ€™t fond of smiting an entire school of kids because ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š couldnโ€™t shut the hell up. Azrael sighed as Solomon was looking a lot happier than he was beforehand.He didnโ€™t know how to take no for an answer and he wasnโ€™t looking forward to dealing with that when Riddle told him to shove it yet again.Fucking ๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™ก.

โ› ๐ˆโ€™๐—บ ๐š๐ง ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐—ผ๐ซ๐, ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ฌ. โœ
๐€ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐…๐”๐‹ ๐’๐Ž๐‹๐Ž
๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘“
๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘› ๐ด๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐ด๐‘ง๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘’๐‘™.
โ€” โ€” โ€”๐‡๐„ should be used to this. To Azrael. Truth is, he wasnโ€™t. It was too odd to know the he was currently brewing a potion, but then he would look up and see the Seraph leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on the table.It was too strange.Solomonโ€™s eyes kept going back and forth between his potion and the Angel, โ€œ. . .I have Defense next. You should probably stay quiet. Iโ€™ll need to focus if I want to earn House points.โ€The Seraph clicked his tongue, โ ๐‡๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ . โžSolomon sighed heavily, carefully moving to place the ingredients inside of the cauldron.โ€œAzrael, this may come as a surprise to you, but I do intend to have an education because I donโ€™t intend to have you stick with me for the rest of my life. Iโ€™ll need at least decent grades to get a job.โ€Itโ€™s been hard to focus with the Angel near him. Itโ€™s been hard to get used to talking to himself because Solomon realizes that most of his conversations at in his head.He didnโ€™t have many friends, and he wasnโ€™t popular among his own House, of course. His views were different than theirs, and he has no magical prowess to back it up.โ€œYou may as well be a squib. The House of Ayers should be ashamed of you,โ€ Avery had told them.And they were. He was a pure blooded Slytherin who had ideals on the opposite side of the spectrum. He didnโ€™t hate Muggleborns or Halfbloods. It wasnโ€™t their fault, why couldnโ€™t people just ๐™จ๐™š๐™š-โ ๐‡๐ž๐ฒ, ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ฑ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ง๐š๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐Ÿ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž. โžHe let out a breath he didnโ€™t know he was holding. Azrael was right, as usual. He didnโ€™t like admitting that. He has strength, he didnโ€™t need to eat, he didnโ€™t need to sleep.Merlin, he didnโ€™t even need to breathe. The Seraph took care of all of that. He still got hungry, and he would still feel tired, but then he just. . .didnโ€™t.๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™ก ๐™ข๐™ค๐™Ÿ๐™ค, as he called it. Far more effect than any Pepper-Up potions he had ever taken.It was his first session back, and it was also the first time Solomon had managed to finish his potion in a timely manner. As in, he didnโ€™t have to worry about someone sabotaging it.If there was anything Azrael was good for, it was making sure nothing happened to him. He definitely could have used him in the earlier years of his school life. He placed his potion on Slughornโ€™s desk before the other could get a word in. He isnโ€™t in the mood for small talk, but he did leave.โ ๐Ž๐จ๐ก, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ? โžHe sighed for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day. โ€œThe library. I want. . .I want to see if they have anything there about Angels.โ€Azrael paused in his tracks.โ€œIโ€™m not planning on getting rid of you, if thatโ€™s what you think. I figured I could ask a muggleborn, but I donโ€™t necessarily feel like bothering anyone. Plus, the less people know about you, the better. Right?โ€The trip is the library was short. Solomon had quickly found that Azrael didnโ€™t enjoy walking that much and would constantly teleport them places.According to him, as long as it wasnโ€™t through time and space, theyโ€™d be golden.โ€œExcuse me? Iโ€™m looking for books on Muggle religion. More specifically, Christianity and, um. . .Angels,โ€ he asked, shifting on his heels. He was aware of how strange his request was and, off to the side, Azrael was laughing.The librarian gave him a strange look before he quickly said it was for a project in Muggle Studies. He didnโ€™t even have the subject until later in the week, though.โ ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ? ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐š๐Ÿ๐ž? โž the Seraph teased, sitting himself on the table rather than the chair Solomon had pulled out for him.โ€œI trust that youโ€™ll hide whatever it is you need to hide from me, so Iโ€™ll do my own research. I donโ€™t know that much about Muggle religion, anyways, and thereโ€™s bound to be a section on that in the Muggle Studies book,โ€ he grunted, tearing a few books from the shelf and carrying them to the table.He sat himself down and separated the books by category. Oldest to newest, then historical texts to informational to reported eye witness accounts. There was plenty, and Solomon didnโ€™t even know what he was looking for. Weaknesses? Strengths? Backstories? He must have read for a good two hours before looking up and catching Azraelโ€™s eyes. โ ๐…๐ข๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐? โž he was asked.Solomonโ€™s eyes flicked to the pages, โ€œYouโ€™re in here. Youโ€™re in the book. It doesnโ€™t say much. Only that youโ€™re the Angel of. . .of Death. Is that right?โ€โ ๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ. . .๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ก. ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ. ๐‹๐ž๐ญ ๐—บ๐ž ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง, ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ ๐—ผ๐ง๐ง๐š ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’Š๐’•, โž he said. The Angel didnโ€™t look too happy about the situation, but whatever he wanted to say, he kept to himself. He snapped his fingers and a white board appeared and Azrael stoos before him with a marker. Solomon had to remind himself that it was all in his head. โ ๐‹๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ? ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐œ๐—ผ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐’๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐—ผ๐ง๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐—บ, ๐‚๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐›๐ข๐—บ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ข๐—บ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐—ผ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐—ผ๐—บ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐—ผ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐•๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐—ผ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐’๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐—ผ๐ฐ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐—ผ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฌ. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก, ๐ˆ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฌ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐—ผ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐, ๐—ผ๐œ๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐—ผ๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ž๐—ผ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž. ๐€๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐—ผ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐›๐ข๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง. ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐—ผ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐—บ. โžSolomon blanked at that. On the white board were the rectangles in order of how he explained. โ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐—ผ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐—ผ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐—ผ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก. ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐—ผ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ ๐—ผ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฌ๐—ผ๐—บ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก, ๐ง๐—ผ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐, ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐—บ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ง๐ž ๐๐—ผ๐ฐ๐—บ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐—ผ๐ฐ ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐—ผ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐—บ. โžโ€œSo. . .you arenโ€™t a family. Youโ€™re an army. Heaven is run militaristic, isnโ€™t that right?โ€ Solomon asked. It was hard to think of Heaven, a place where people where supposed to go after they died, was run so. . .strict.Azrael shrugged. It was the way it was because it worked for a long time. He snapped his fingers and the board disappeared. โ ๐ˆ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐Œ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ž๐ง๐. ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ž๐ฑ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ฆ๐ ๐ž๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ. ๐˜๐—ผ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ ๐—ผ๐ง๐ง๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ. โžSolomon blinked and he was entirely out of his head. โ€œTempus,โ€ he mumbled, casting the spell and gathering his things. He had Defense in about ten minutes, but he was sure that that conversation wasnโ€™t over.