In a mesmerizing display, the crow deftly manoeuvred its legs, revealing a small piece of paper that had been concealed. With an almost mystical grace, the paper unfurled itself, gliding through the air until it landed gently in Jaegar's outstretched hands.
In that moment, time stood still. Jaegar's eyes locked on to the parchment, his mind racing with questions.
After delivering the letter into Jaegar's hands, the black raven spread its ebony wings and took flight, disappearing into the vast expanse of the sky.
Jaegar and Diana stood together, their eyes fixed on the departing bird, a mixture of wonder and perplexity etched upon their faces.
It was as if the creature had brought with it an air of mystique, leaving them with a sense of awe and curiosity.
As the raven vanished from sight, Diana approached Jaegar, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern. "What is that, Jaegar?" she inquired, her gaze shifting between him and the letter in his hands. With a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, Jaegar began to read the contents of the letter, the words slowly unraveling before his eyes.
Addressed to him personally, the letter revealed astonishing news. It stated that he had been granted admission to Cledwarys, the esteemed academy for wizards and witches.
Jaegar's mind whirled in disbelief, unable to fully comprehend the weight of this revelation. The existence of such a renowned institution was often dismissed as mere myth or fantasy by many, yet here was tangible proof before him.
Although a part of him questioned the authenticity of the letter, Jaegar was captivated by the idea of studying at the fabled wizard school. He recalled the whispers he had heard, the snippets of information he had gleaned from newspaper articles, all hinting at the enigmatic academy hidden from the prying eyes of the world.
Now, fate seemed to have intervened, presenting him with an opportunity that surpassed his wildest dreams.
A wide smile illuminated Jaegar's face as he looked toward Diana, excitement and disbelief intertwining within him. "It's Cledwarys," he declared, his voice filled with unabashed enthusiasm. "The wizard school has sent me an admission letter." His words echoed through the room, his joyous exclamations reverberating off the walls.
However, Diana's reaction was quite different from what Jaegar had expected. Her expression morphed from astonishment to a state of shock, her hands trembling as she snatched the letter from his grasp.
In a moment of unexpected action, she reached for a nearby matchbox, her movements driven by a sense of urgency.
With a flicker of flame, Diana set the letter ablaze, its words consumed by the fire's hungry embrace. The fragile parchment disintegrated, reduced to ash in a matter of seconds. Jaegar watched in bewildered silence, his eyes widening as the remnants of his potential future fluttered away, lost to the whims of the fire.
Confusion enveloped Jaegar's thoughts, his mind grappling to comprehend Diana's unexpected act.
Questions swirled within him, begging for answers. Why had she burned the letter? What had prompted such a drastic and irreversible decision? But before he could voice his concerns, he met Diana's gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow, tears welling up in her eyes.
As tears welled up in Diana's eyes, she rushed towards Jaegar, her emotions overpowering her. With a mix of desperation and vulnerability, she embraced him tightly, seeking solace in his presence.
Her voice trembled as she pleaded with him, "Please, Jaegar, Forget about the letter. Don't ask me anything."
Her words hung heavy in the air, laden with unspoken pain and a plea for understanding.
Jaegar, taken aback by her sudden outpouring of emotions, felt a pang of helplessness. He didn't comprehend the full extent of what had transpired, nor did he understand the reasons behind Diana's tears. But at that moment, he knew that he needed to be there for her, to offer his support without probing further. Returning her embrace, he held her gently, attempting to soothe her shattered spirit.
Minutes passed, their embrace providing a fleeting respite from the turmoil that engulfed them. Eventually, Diana pulled away, her tear-streaked face still etched with a pang of profound sadness.
With a silent nod, she retreated to her room, leaving Jaegar sitting on the couch, his mind swirling with a mix of concern, confusion, and a longing for answers.
Choosing to give her the space she needed, Jaegar remained seated, his thoughts consumed by the weight of the moment.
He sighed, the sound carrying a hint of resignation and a touch of melancholy. The room seemed to echo the unspoken words that lingered between them.
In the silence that enveloped the house, Jaegar contemplated the depths of their connection, acknowledging that there were facets of Diana's life he had yet to discover.
Though his heart ached to understand her sorrow, he recognized that some secrets required patience and a willingness to listen when the time was right. With a heavy heart, he resolved to be patient and steadfast, trusting that Diana would confide in him when she was ready.
As the minutes ticked by, Jaegar sat alone with his thoughts, the weight of the situation pressing upon him.
Days turned into weeks, and Jaegar continued to patiently wait for Diana to open up to him, their unspoken conversation hanging in the air like a delicate thread. Each passing moment carried the weight of uncertainty, yet Jaegar remained steadfast in his commitment to giving her the time she needed.
One morning, as Jaegar sat in the hall, engrossed in the flickering glow of the television, a sudden interruption shattered the tranquillity. The doorbell chimed, and he rose from the couch, wondering who could be visiting at this hour.
Opening the door, he found Mrs.Megan, their neighbor, standing before him.
Megan, a married woman in her forties, possessed an undeniable allure. Her captivating presence exuded confidence, drawing attention wherever she went. As their eyes met, she flashed a warm smile, her gaze subtly lingering on Jaegar's bare chest, revealing a hint of flirtation beneath her composed demeanor.
"Hey there, Jaegar," Megan greeted, her voice carrying a playful undertone. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I could really use your help with something if you're available."
Curiosity piqued, Jaegar invited her inside, his polite nature dictating his response. Megan explained that she needed assistance with mowing her lawn, a task that had proven challenging for her to manage alone.
The sun-drenched afternoon provided the perfect backdrop for their encounter, as Megan's eyes subtly traced the contours of Jaegar's physique, drawn to his youthfulness.
"Okay, lead the way, Megan."
"Oh, thank you, Jaegar. It would be a big help," she said.