Bab 3: CHAPTER 3
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CHAPTER 3
In this world, his name was Elminster Frederick Fawley. His mother preferred to call him Elmi for short, and he was growing accustomed to being addressed by that name. It had been six years since he arrived in this fantastical realm, and he had seamlessly integrated into the magical community. His family, the Fawleys, were among the sacred twenty-eight pure-blood families, but they lacked the influence and prominence of well-known names like the Malfoys. Nevertheless, they held their place in the wizarding world with pride.
Within the Fawley family, there were only two lines: Elmi's and that of his uncle Marshall. Uncle Marshall had two sons, Sullivan, who was two years younger than El, and Grim, who was four years Elmi's junior. It had been a year since Elmi's father had passed away, and during this time, Uncle Marshall and his family had come to live with them in the Fawley Estate.
The Fawley Estate was an ancient property filled with generations of magical history. Elmi was growing up here, surrounded by the traditions and values of his pure-blood family. Despite their heritage, the Fawleys were not elitist or exclusionary. They believed in upholding the honor of their lineage while also recognizing the importance of unity within the wizarding community.
The Fawley Estate stood with an imposing yet unpretentious presence in the heart of the magical countryside. It was a place where centuries of wizarding history had left their mark, an abode that was not as grandiose as the estates of some of the most powerful and influential wizarding families but one that held its own distinct charm and character.
The estate was nestled within an expansive expanse of enchanting woodlands, its boundaries marked by an ancient wrought-iron fence adorned with ivy and magical runes. The driveway leading up to the small manor was lined with majestic, centuries-old oak trees, their branches forming a natural canopy that shaded the path below, with the occasional call of a magical creature echoing through the woods.
The manor itself, a sturdy structure built of a blend of gray and golden stone, exuded an ancient aura, but the magical aspect of the manor kept it up in almost perfect condition. The building had enough room to comfortably accommodate two families. The exterior bore a resemblance to the traditional architecture of the wizarding world, its symmetrical design and tall, arched windows providing an air of dignity and tradition.
The garden surrounding the estate was well-tended thanks to their house elf Kolly.
While the Fawley Estate may not have rivaled the grandeur of some of the most influential families' holdings, it possessed a quiet, understated charm that spoke to the family's history and values. Within its walls, there were many portraits of their predecessors. The one that Elmi hated the most was Hector Fawley, not because of anything serious but because of his annoying nature. The man was the most famous member of our family and was the Minister for Magic from 1925 to 1939, and he wouldn't allow you to forget it whenever Elmi walked past his portrait if he didn't salute him as the minister. He would berate El.
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Corvious Fawley, Elmi's late father, had been a remarkable magizoologist with an unquenchable passion for magical creatures. His fascination with these creatures had driven him to undertake a quest that few would dare to attempt—documenting the life cycles of Nundus, one of the most dangerous and elusive magical creatures in the wizarding world.
In his pursuit of knowledge, Corvious had spent countless hours studying the habits, habitats, and behaviors of these creatures. He was dedicated to unraveling the mysteries surrounding them, even if it meant facing considerable danger. His dedication was unparalleled, and he had made it his life's mission to expand the understanding of magical creatures.
However, this noble quest had come at a high price. One fateful day, while observing Nundus in their natural habitat, Corvious had tragically met his end, falling victim to one of the very creatures he had sought to understand.
The tragic and somewhat ironic aspect of Elmi's father's demise was that he had rescued a Nundu from poachers. During the ensuing struggle, the very Nundu he had saved released its venomous breath, inadvertently taking the lives of both the poachers and Elmi's father. Elmi harbored no anger toward the wild beast, for it couldn't have known that his father was attempting to rescue it. To the Nundu, it merely appeared as two intruders fighting within its territory, and it had defended itself instinctively. The one Elmi felt anger toward was his father for undertaking such a reckless act.
The study of his father was filled to the brim with books about magical creatures, some penned by him and most by Newt Scamander. He tried to treat every being with the respect they deserved. He even lobbied for better treatment of house elves but met with great resistance.
Corvious Fawley's approach to the treatment of house-elves had been unique among pure-blood families. While he had been passionate about magical creatures, he had also possessed a deep understanding of the complexities of the wizarding world. Contrary to Hermione, he knew that house-elves needed someone to serve so they could have meaning in their lives. Even the freedom-loving elf Doby served Harry Potter because this was magically engraved to their being.
Corvious understood that erasing thousands of years of magical conditioning and enslavement could not happen overnight. It required a gradual transformation of perspective and treatment. He believed in treating house-elves with kindness and respect, providing them with a sense of purpose while acknowledging the need for change.
Corvious Fawley's efforts to persuade Kolly, their family's house-elf, to accept clothing had been a patient and persistent endeavor that spanned two decades. Kolly, like many house-elves, was deeply entrenched in the traditional ways and was resistant to the idea of wearing clothes. Each time clothing was offered to him, he would engage in a ritual of self-punishment, bashing his head against various surfaces in a desperate plea for forgiveness.
For years, Corvious had tried to explain to Kolly that he deserved to have proper clothing rather than wearing rags, emphasizing that it was a matter of comfort and dignity. However, the house-elf's unwavering commitment to tradition made it challenging to persuade him otherwise.
It was only after many years of patient reasoning that Corvious found a way to convince Kolly. He decided to take a different approach, offering fabric instead of clothes. Explaining that he could tailor his own clothing, thereby preserving their master and servant bond. This wasn't something grand, but it was one step in the right direction.
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Elminster recognized the importance of not appearing cold and distant to his younger cousins. He understood that spending time with them, engaging in their youthful games and activities, was a way to build meaningful connections within his family. His cousins, a lively and rambunctious bunch, held a special place in his heart, and he cherished the moments they shared.
Elminster willingly participated in their games, whether it was a spirited game of tag or a challenging match of Gobstones. These moments of joy and bonding played a crucial role in humanizing Elminster and revealing his warm and compassionate nature. While he had a mind far beyond his years, he also understood the significance of preserving the innocence of childhood and the joy that could be found in playful interactions, but he needed more than just playing; in essence, he was a grown-up.
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