A Witch called Angelina

In his previous life, Jaegar had grown distant from his family, feeling disconnected and lacking love.

As they were always busy with their work. They didn't even talk to him. He grew distant from them and felt like he was living in a separate world altogether. The lack of communication and emotional support, when he needed them, made him lose all familial love.

Now, given a fresh start, he yearned for a life filled with pleasure and freedom, unburdened by the shadows of his past. The knowledge that his life was in danger drove him to seek strength and embrace the hidden powers within him. So he chose to remain with Angelina and explore his abilities, drawn to the allure of magic.

With a nod of agreement, Jaegar accepted Angelina's offer.

As the conversation unfolded between Angelina, Jeanine, and Jaegar, there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The once tranquil surroundings now felt charged with an eerie tension. Without warning, shadowy figures emerged from the clouds, cloaked in a veil of darkness that seemed to consume the very light around them. They encircled the trio, revolving around them.

Angelina's piercing gaze remained steady, her expression betraying neither surprise nor fear. She exuded an aura of calm confidence, undeterred by the foreboding presence of these mysterious individuals. Jeanine's eyes widened with alarm, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

"Dark draugarr!" The words escaped Jeanine's lips as he stared at them in disbelief.

The figures, their features obscured by the darkness that enveloped them, levitated in the air. The figures didn't have legs, and dark robes fluttered below. Their intentions were shrouded in secrecy, as they just revolved around them. The air grew heavy with an oppressive silence, broken only by the faint rustling of their robes and an occasional whisper of an incantation.

Jaegar, caught in the midst of this unexpected confrontation, felt a surge of anticipation tinged with a touch of trepidation. His senses heightened, and his instincts alerted him to the palpable danger that surrounded them. His eyes darted from one figure to another, seeking any hint of their intent, but their stoic presence revealed nothing.

Then another figure appeared like a dark comet and landed before them. The figure revealed himself to be a man with a sturdy posture who had a handlebar mustache. He turned to look at the three of them.

Angelina's features tightened, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of caution and recognition. Jeanine's astonishment deepened as she realized the significance of the newcomers. Both women were well aware of the identities of those who had arrived.

Angelina, ever the enigmatic force, she broke the silence with a commanding voice, she declared, her words carrying a hint of defiance. "What brings you here?"

Then that man introduced himself as Earl, the wizard marshal. He seemed to be in his early thirties. He was holding a cane, which had a dark crystal on its handle. As he appeared, those creatures stopped moving and moved back.

He opened his mouth and said, "We are from the Ministry of Magic. We detected a significant magical energy disturbance in this area earlier," he stated, casting a brief glance towards the damaged house.

"It appears that something has occurred here. We need to verify the identities of all three of you."

He didn't seem to know about Angelina.

Angelina, a silent observer throughout the exchange, let out a soft chuckle upon hearing the mention of the Ministry of Magic. Her amusement danced in her eyes, a subtle sign of her knowledge and power.

On the other hand, Jeanine offered a dry laugh, her voice tinged with skepticism. "Officer, there is nothing of concern here. It was merely a minor disturbance, nothing harmful. I am a professor at Cledwarys Academy," she asserted, emphasizing her role within the esteemed institution.

Captain Earl furrowed his brow, his gaze shifting between the individuals standing before him. There was a sense of unease mingling with his curiosity as he observed Angelina, seemingly oblivious to her true identity. "Very well," he responded cautiously. "We will need to conduct a thorough investigation to ensure everything is in order. Please provide us with your identification and any relevant information."

Jaegar, his eyes still sparkling with intrigue, observed the interaction with a mix of curiosity and a touch of excitement. He had never encountered members of the Ministry of Magic before or known that they existed.

Angelina, who was silently observing him, said with a slight smile on her face, "How long have you been on the force?"

Earl, squinting his eyes, answered her, "I have joined recently." He could tell she was not a normal person, and her calmness when facing them raised a few doubts in him. Dark draugarrs are terrifying creatures, and when people see them, they fear for their lives. And here she was, standing with a serene expression.

"Then, go back and send my greeting to Arthur," she said.

Earl grew confused, and as the realization hit him, he said, "Minister of magic, Arthur Sherinton!"

Arthur was one of the powerful wizards, and he was the minister of magic, who was the lawman of magic. She had said his name like he was her friend, and Earl then asked her, "Miss, may I know your name?" He couldn't act carelessly around her, and she seemed like no ordinary individual.

Jeanine's voice cut through the tense silence, her tone laced with authority. "She is known as the Mother Witch, Angelina. Show respect when addressing her," she urged, her words carrying a subtle warning.

Captain Earl's voice faltered as he attempted to recall the name, his hesitation betraying a flicker of recognition. It was clear that he had encountered the name before, a name whispered in hushed tones among those acquainted with the magical world. He finally mustered the words, albeit with a touch of uncertainty, "L-lady Angelina."

Realization washed over Earl, his posture shifting to one of deference as he acknowledged her true identity. The weight of his previous disregard lingered in his stammered apology, his voice filled with remorse. "Forgive my negligence for not recognizing you. I shall take my leave, my lady," he conceded, his tone filled with a mixture of respect and awe.

She inclined her head ever so slightly, acknowledging Earl's retreat, her eyes reflecting a quiet authority that demanded respect. Jeanine stood by her side, her expression a mix of relief and determination, ready to defend the honor and power of her mentor.

In that moment, the atmosphere shifted once more, and the shroud of darkness receded.

Earl and those dark draugarr have retreated, leaving the place as it was.

Jaegar was now looking at Angelina with a profound gaze. He understood the level of influence and the range of power she possessed.