Magnus

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Cedric Chambers

Cedric is seated on a black armchair, relaxing, the back of one of his hands resting at the side of his head, his eyes closed as if meditating, the moonlight reflecting on his pale skin, shiny against the full moon reflection.

Suddenly he felt his name being mentioned with power within them.

He slowly opened his emerald eyes, his powers stirring as the air grew chilly by it, the cold wind blustering in making the curtains and light materials within his chambers dance from it.

"Magnus" a deep voice came, a shadow moving from its place on the ground forming his loyal servant, Beowulf, the black wolf before him, his crimson gaze fixed on him.

"If she finds out" he began.

"She's the only one who knows you bear that name if she seeks de-"

"Silence!" His voice was brief, not coercive but it held power.