Balancing his roles as Lord Ravenclaw, Heir Malverne, a professional Quidditch player, and a husband was no easy feat. Ezekiel knew that if he didn't take control of his time, the weight of his responsibilities could overwhelm him.
But he refused to let that happen. He had worked too hard to build this life—and he would make sure to enjoy every part of it.
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The day started with Daphne curled in his arms, her soft breath against his neck.
She stirred, her fingers lazily tracing patterns over his chest. "Are you really getting up this early?"
Ezekiel chuckled, shifting so he could kiss her forehead. "I have to. Wizengamot session today, and I need to finalize some land agreements for Ravenclaw estates."
Daphne sighed dramatically, pulling him back down. "You're always so responsible. I think you should stay in bed a little longer."
Her teasing tone turned into something more sultry as she leaned in, brushing her lips against his. "Unless you want me to spend the rest of the day thinking about how neglected I feel…"
Ezekiel groaned, rolling over to pin her beneath him. "You're a menace, you know that?"
Daphne smirked. "And yet, you love me."
They didn't leave the bed for another hour.
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After freshening up and dressing in elegant wizarding robes embroidered with the Ravenclaw crest, Ezekiel Apparated to the Ministry of Magic for the Wizengamot session.
Today's agenda included discussions on:
Tighter restrictions on Dark Artifacts trade
A proposal to fund magical infrastructure projects
Debate over recent Quidditch regulations
Ezekiel spoke firmly and with confidence, supporting measures that strengthened magical security while opposing unnecessary Ministry interference in private businesses.
Lucius Malfoy, ever the manipulator, attempted to gauge Ezekiel's stance, but the young Lord Ravenclaw played his cards close.
By the end of the session, several senior members acknowledged him—not just as a noble titleholder, but as a political force.
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Ezekiel barely had time to return home before heading out to the Falcons' training grounds. Unlike at Hogwarts, where he dominated, here he had to prove himself against seasoned professionals.
The drills were intense, designed to push his endurance and strategic thinking to the limit.
One-on-one duels against older Chasers forced him to adapt quickly.
Speed trials had him weaving through enchanted obstacles at breakneck speeds.
Bludger dodging drills reminded him that Quidditch wasn't just about skill—it was about survival.
Despite the grueling session, Ezekiel performed exceptionally, securing his starting position for their upcoming matches.
Coach Langley nodded in approval. "You keep this up, and you won't just be a rising star—you'll be a legend."
Ezekiel smirked. "That's the goal."
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After returning home, Ezekiel found Celes waiting impatiently, arms crossed.
"You promised we'd do something fun!" she whined.
Alys, sitting beside her, smirked. "You're lucky I reminded her. Otherwise, you'd be facing her wrath."
Ezekiel laughed, ruffling Celes's hair. "Alright, little star. What do you have in mind?"
Celes' eyes lit up. "I want to visit Diagon Alley! And maybe get some ice cream!"
Daphne, who had been listening from the doorway, smiled. "That sounds like a good idea. We could all use a break."
So, they did.
They spent the evening exploring Diagon Alley, shopping for rare books and enchanted trinkets.
Celes dragged them to Florean Fortescue's for ice cream.
Alys found a new set of enchanted quills and made Ezekiel buy them for her.
Daphne and Ezekiel snuck away for a private moment in a quiet alley, stealing kisses like mischievous teenagers.
As the night ended, Ezekiel felt something rare—complete contentment.
No matter how busy his life got, this was what truly mattered.
And he would protect it, no matter what challenges came next.
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