From the Gaze of a Lotheringwood
From the start, everything was interesting and intriguing for Orwell.
The summon from the king. The nusquam. The conspiracies. The Feuerlon's altered memories.
Faustina.
All of it sent a shiver down his spine, and he could also tell it intrigued his mother too. The moment the spells was done, it was finally the time to plan. He knew it was impossible for the Feuerlon brothers to be included in the altering of memories. He tried to think of a possible spell that could alter a memory, and there is a theory in his head.
An act that will "not" be an act if the latter knew it was. For an instance, a dream do not necessarily have to be a "dream"—a dream can be our form of reality if we do not know it is a dream.