A New Chapter

The early autumn breeze carried a crisp chill through the Ravenclaw Manor gardens, rustling the golden leaves that had begun to fall. Ezekiel stood on the balcony overlooking the vast estate, his mind drifting between thoughts of his growing responsibilities and the two women who had solidified their places in his life.

Behind him, Daphne and Fleur sat on the plush couch in the drawing room, engaged in quiet conversation. They had settled into a natural rhythm, an understanding that required no words.

Fleur was still studying at Beauxbatons, but her visits had become more frequent, and Ezekiel knew it wouldn't be long before she made England her permanent home.

"You seem lost in thought," Daphne's voice pulled him from his reverie.

Ezekiel turned, smirking. "I was just thinking about how much things have changed over the past year."

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "You mean the part where you became Lord Ravenclaw, a professional Quidditch player, and somehow managed to keep both of us?"

Fleur chuckled. "It is quite the accomplishment."

Ezekiel crossed the room, placing a hand on the back of the couch as he looked between them. "I'd like to think I'm just lucky."

Daphne gave him a knowing look. "You don't believe in luck."

He didn't. Everything he had now was a result of careful planning, ambition, and seizing the right opportunities.

And now, with Daphne as Lady Ravenclaw and Fleur preparing to take her place as Lady Malverne, the foundation of his future was set.

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The next morning, Ezekiel received two letters—one from the Falmouth Falcons, confirming his first official match as a starter, and another from his father regarding an upcoming Wizengamot session.

"Looks like things are moving fast," he murmured as he read through the correspondence.

Daphne, who was seated beside him at breakfast, glanced at the letter. "Your first match is against the Montrose Magpies?"

He nodded. "It'll be a tough one. They've won the league more times than any other team."

Fleur, who had just arrived from upstairs, set her teacup down. "I suppose we will need to be there to support you."

Ezekiel smirked. "Of course. I expect nothing less."

Daphne sighed, shaking her head. "Just don't get too injured. You still have to attend Wizengamot sessions."

Ezekiel leaned back in his chair. Balancing Quidditch and politics was no easy task, but he had no intention of backing down from either.

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Later that evening, Ezekiel met with his father, Thomas Malverne, in the study. The elder Malverne, dressed in his signature deep-blue robes, handed Ezekiel a parchment.

"The Ministry is increasing pressure on Wizengamot Lords to approve more funding for Aurors after Black's escape," Thomas said. "Several members are questioning whether Dementors should remain stationed at Hogwarts."

Ezekiel's eyes narrowed as he read through the document. "I've already spoken against using Dementors near students. They're unpredictable and dangerous."

His father nodded. "Your words carry weight, but you'll need allies to push the decision through."

Ezekiel set the parchment down. "Then I'll make sure I have them."

He wasn't just a young Lord anymore—he was a force within the Wizengamot.

And he intended to use that power.

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