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Chapter 111- The Old Country, Italy.
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"Here you are, sir. Your magical cocktail embodies the essence of a wizarding beach vacation on the Amalfi Coast. I call it the Moonlit Limoncello Breeze. This drink captures the coastal charm, the magic of the place, and has a touch of wizarding flair." The bartender says as he places the drink before me with some magical flair, sparkles encircling the glass. He then goes on to explain everything about the drink, and just through that, I can tell this is a man who takes pride in his work.
"1 ½ oz. Limoncello, the enchanted, zesty liqueur from the Amalfi lemons. 1 oz. Elderflower cordial, an ingredient used in ancient floral potions by herbalists. ½ oz. Sea Salt Syrup made with a pinch of sea salt from the magical shores of the Amalfi Coast. 1 oz. Blue Curacao for the deep, enchanted blue of the Mediterranean Sea. 2 oz. Lavender-infused tonic water to calm and refresh, like the gentle coastal breeze. A dash of Pixie Dust for a sparkling, magical finish to make it sparkle like the stars over Ravello's cliffside. The ice is made from frozen sea mist, and for the final touch, a fresh mint sprig for garnish to symbolise the magic of the calming magical herbs found in the coastal gardens." I just nodded my head as I pretended to listen; I'm in this country to relax, after all, not to learn.
I take a sip and feel the enchantment take over. The sweet tang of limoncello is balanced by the floral elderflower and the subtle saltiness of the sea. The lavender tonic gives a calming, otherworldly sensation, like a soft breeze sweeping through me. And as the Pixie Dust twirls in the glass, I feel as if I've just stepped into a spellbinding world where the sea, sky, and stars are all in perfect harmony. Truly, this just explains most of my time here in Italy; this drink emulates what I have been feeling since I first stepped foot in this country. I've been here for two weeks, and I've enjoyed myself a lot.
The Amalfi Coast in the wizarding world invites you to unwind in a serene dreamscape, where gentle magic flows through the salty sea breeze, and every corner holds a delightful surprise waiting to be discovered. Picture a tranquil haven where the azure sea kisses the rugged cliffs, their surfaces shimmering under the golden sun, and the coastal towns exude a warm, inviting charm that feels untouched by time. People are so free here, being so utterly and unashamedly who they are, with nothing to hide.
In Positano, the buildings rise gracefully from the cliffs like pastel-hued spellbooks, each one telling a colourful story. The whole town hums with a sense of peace and magic. At Levios Cloak Boutique, a master tailor creates ethereal garments from enchanted fabrics that shift colours in harmony with your emotions, making it a beloved retreat for witches and wizards in search of something special. The Hawaiian shirt that I bought regularly changes shape based on how I'm feeling (when I'm horny, it's seashells). I'm wearing that shirt along with some beige shorts and sandals; my look is finished with aviators on my face. My wand is in its invisible holster on my forearm.
Down at Spiaggia Grande, the beach is a blissful escape. The waves gently lap at the shore, whispering secrets of ancient magic, while the sunlight dances on the water's surface. Locals say the ocean here is blessed by Merfolk, offering soothing healing properties that refresh both magical beings and humans alike. I don't know if that is true, but just floating in it, I felt all my worries wash away, I did see some merfolk underwater, but they kept their distance. I spend a lot of time at this beach, which is actually where I am at the moment; it's just simply heaven.
When the sun sets, casting a soft golden glow, Luna Café becomes the heart of the community, a perfect spot for magical folk to gather and sip on their famous magical elixirs. They apparently have a secret drink, rumoured to heighten one's ability to read minds. My time is best enjoyed amid the café's cosy ambience, where laughter and friendly chatter fill the air. The atmosphere is rich with the scent of fresh pastries, and conversations weave through the simple joys of life, as patrons plot their next adventures or simply bask in the café's inviting charm. For those seeking a little more excitement, the Luna Festival showcases dazzling light-based illusions, enchanting all who take part in the celebration.
A leisurely stroll up the cliffs leads to Ravello, where the fresh, invigorating air carries a sense of history and tranquillity. The Villa Cimbrone, an ancient estate draped in lush gardens, serves as a peaceful retreat for wandering souls. This is where I am staying, the place acting as a hotel. I guess I wasn't the first to come up with such an idea, but after seeing the place, I could definitely do it better if I cared to. The grounds were breathtaking.
In these enchanting gardens, flowers bloom only beneath the moonlight, revealing their beauty in soft, soothing hues. As you make your way to the Belvedere of Infinity, the breathtaking views blur the line between sky and sea, creating a serene backdrop perfect for reflection. On certain nights, when the stars align just right, you might even feel a gentle brush from fate, revealing glimpses of the future or lost treasures waiting to be unearthed, or so I've heard.
In Amalfi, the vibrant yet laid-back heart of the coast, the streets resonate with a sense of magic and warmth. The Cathedral of Sant'Andrea beckons as a place of tranquillity, its intricately designed staircase catching the eye and inviting the soul to discover its secrets. I guessed the magical community here actually kept their religion and that's why there is a church, though most of the magicals have grown out of that. As night blankets the town, the whispers of ancient wizards seem to linger in the air.
The aroma of fresh fruits wafts through the narrow streets, mingling with the sounds of laughter and soft music that drift out from cosy trattorias. The lemons grown here are more than just fruit; they are enchanting treasures, known for their ability to reveal snippets of one's past life when enjoyed under a full moon. Again, rumours, I certainly didn't have any revelations, but then again, I already knew about my past life. I wonder if these magical lemons actually worked, but if they did, then surely the world would be different. Then again, Italy is the freest and most accepting magical country, so I guess the lemons might have done that.
A short journey leads you to Atrani, a peaceful gem along the coastline, where the narrow, winding alleys invite exploration. Here, under the glow of the moon, you may catch a glimpse of a Thestral, elegantly gliding through the shadows, adding a touch of wonder to your evening stroll. The local Magi Custodi, a venerable order of wizards, protect this serene abode from dark forces, ringing their bell atop the church tower at midnight, casting a soothing, protective spell that embraces the village in warmth.
Venturing a little further reveals Praiano, a tranquil haven where the waters hold a unique, almost magical quality. Witches and wizards flock here to bask in the healing depths, said to be touched by the whispers of Nereids, water spirits that restore balance and serenity to those who immerse themselves. The cliffs of Fiordo di Furore conceal quiet caves and gentle caves that lead to tranquil realms beneath the earth, where ancient beings find solace. It is said in these caves, people will reach enlightenment and truly find themselves. I haven't ventured in. There is just so much to do that I just haven't found the time.
The entire Amalfi Coast radiates an extraordinary blend of relaxation and wonder, a haven where magic and nature coalesce in peaceful harmony. The sea sparkles invitingly, the cliffs offer whispers of comfort, and the towns brim with the warmth of a rich, magical history. Here, every step unfolds with the potential for discovery—whether it's a hidden Portkey, a forgotten spell, or a tranquil moment of serenity. It's a world where magic doesn't just pervade the air; it infuses the very land, water, people, and the delightful tales they share, inviting you to relax and savour every moment. I can see why Sirius recommended this place to me.
But let's be honest, that motherfucker didn't give a shit about any of that crap. No, he was here for the poontang, and I have to admit, it's good poontang, and it is so wildly available. When I said this, in this place, people were unashamedly themselves and doing whatever they wanted, I truly meant it, to the point where these people should really have some shame about the things they are doing. Like, I haven't even been here that long, but I have already slept with more people than I have in the last couple of years in England. It was crazy; like one night, I got with a girl, and then her friend joined in. That was my first threesome in this country, and then I went on to have all sorts of somes.
One night I saw a whole bunch of girls who were obviously friends just having a party on the beach, and I approached them, and I ended up having an orgy. Of course, I was only able to have my fill for so long, as other men noticed and started getting involved, so I finished up and quickly left before things got more debauched. And I saw that they did as I left. I ran before any males could get close to me. I have seen some guys eyeing me since I came to this country. I'd even been hit on a few times, and I'd made sure to firmly deny any propositions. The amount of times I've been invited to the toilets, I don't even want to think about.
Anyway, when something is so freely attainable, you can get tired and sick of it. And while it did take a while, I couldn't really be bothered with it anymore; it was so meaningless and temporary that I only did it occasionally when I was in the mood. Simply able to just approach a good-looking girl on the beach and nine times out of ten, she'll go back to my room with me. So yeah, it is obvious why Sirius loved this place so much and would recommend it to me. I'm sure after he is done with going after Pettigrew this year and has to go on the run again, I'll help him come here so he can enjoy himself during the Triwizard Tournament before he dies in Harry's fifth year... Shit, my friend is going to die if things keep going how they are... I can't think about that now. I'll think about it when we come to it.
Wanting to forget those worrying thoughts, I take another sip of my drink and let myself be taken in by the enchanting taste and effect. It definitely helps, but it doesn't really help me forget about the Sirius problem, and I can't go look around for interesting magic to improve myself like I originally planned while thinking about that. Hah, I guess now is the time when I can find some meaningless sex to do a soft reset and then go on about my day. Spinning around on my seat to face away from the beach bar and look out at the beach, I survey the area for someone who piques my interest, and I do see someone. Someone who is more enchanting than I have ever seen before.
The first time I laid eyes on her, the world blurred and vanished, leaving only the breathless thrum of my heart. She stood at the water's edge, where the waves lashed against the shore with a rhythm both seductive and wild. The tide curled around her ankles like a dark, liquid temptation as though it sought to claim her for its own—an insatiable force drawn to her raw, magnetic power. I felt that pull deep within, a familiar longing that both thrilled and terrified me. Her hair fell like a raven's wing, rich and inky, shimmering with hints of crimson whenever the sun dared to caress it. The sea breeze tantalised her strands, lifting them in playful disarray as if even the wind was captivated by her allure. Everything about her was intoxicating as if the universe had forged her in a secret furnace, each detail honed to a blade's edge—sharp, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.
She wore a black silk dress that clung to her form with deliberate chaos as if it were woven from shadows. It billowed and wrapped around her like smoke caught in a tempest, transforming the dying light into a cloak of duality—both a queen of the night and a siren of the sea. As she moved, she embodied the tide, flowing with a languid grace and exuding a potent confidence that made time bend, as if we were suspended in a moment where anything could happen. Though I was too far away to glimpse the precise colour of her eyes, I felt their heat like a fire, drawing me closer. Even as she gazed into the horizon, a hint of danger danced in the depths of her gaze, and I knew that if she turned to face me, those piercing eyes would ensnare me. I would never escape their grip; I would willingly surrender to her dark allure.
The sunset draped her in flames and gold, yet she remained untouched, her own light eclipsing the sun's brilliance. While other women glimmered like stars in the twilight, she absorbed the radiance, rendering the world around her dim in comparison, as if the very elements conspired to make her the centre of existence. With a languid motion, she lifted one hand, absentmindedly twisting a silver ring around her finger—a striking band adorned with a dark red stone, as deep and rich as blood, evoking thoughts of danger and dark enchantment. Her fingers were long and graceful, each ring a potent symbol of her fierce assertion, not merely decorations but weapons in her arsenal of charm.
Men along the beach instinctively were drawn to her, their gazes locked in a desperate fascination akin to moths drawn to a wicked flame. Yet, as potent as her allure was, none dared approach her. An unspoken command hung in the air, a warning that she wielded her beauty as both a shield and a sword. It was neither unkindness nor indifference—it was a quiet power that let them know she was not to be trifled with. As she sighed, the sound carried a weight of longing and mystery before she turned her back on the sea. She slipped into a pair of black heels with feline grace, the delicate straps embracing her skin like whispered promises of temptation and peril.
I was entranced as she walked my way, now able to see her deep, dark red eyes as they passed over me, judging me and evaluating my worth and something else, something darker. She walked past me, and her perfume enveloped me—a heady mix of dark florals twisted with a hint of spice that sent shivers down my spine. It lingered in the atmosphere, wrapping itself around me, lingering in my lungs with a possessiveness that felt almost predatory. Although she didn't glance my way aside from the first cursory pass over, I sensed her awareness of my presence—her appraisal, a silent deliberation of my worthiness.
As I watched her walk away, I could no longer fight the urge. I had found my purpose, and it was her. I moved and tried to get up to follow, but something stopped me. I tried again, but still, I was unable to, and finally, I looked down to see what was impeding me. The bartender was grabbing ahold of my wrist, keeping me sitting at his bar, and when I looked at him to shout, I was taken aback by the serious look on his face. "Do not follow. You will die." The certainty in his voice surprised me, and by the time I realised the woman was getting away, there was nothing I could do.
I only caught a single last glimpse of her as she vanished into the streets of Amalfi, swallowed by the vibrant chaos of evening; a sudden storm brewed within my soul. I had never believed in fate, yet in that moment, I felt it coursing through me—a dangerous desire ignited by her very essence. In that instant, I craved not just her presence but the thrill of the uncertainty she brought—a tantalising danger that left me breathless and yearning. Feeling a deep-seated rage, I pulled my hand away from the bartender. "Why did you stop me!?" I snarled at him, but he didn't look offended.
"My friend, stay away from the Arcana. It will only lead to death and misery. I have seen it many times." He says, and I can feel myself regaining rationale the longer I have gone without seeing that woman. Soon, I am in control of myself once more, and I question what the hell had just happened. Whatever happened messed with my mind, and I had been so relaxed and off guard on my vacation that I didn't even realise it. I nearly just followed that gorgeous woman, and who knows what would have happened.
I try to get answers out of the bartender, but he refuses to talk, clearly afraid of something and not willing to divulge more than he already had. I could only give up and return to my hotel, but my mind was no longer on Sirius but on the new mystery that had found me in Italy.
What is the Arcana?
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So yeah, it's a new adventure in Italy. Gil has been relaxing for a while, but there is a dangerous woman on the loose, and something is happening behind the scenes. What is Arcana? Stay tuned to find out; it's an all-new original storyline while the Prisoner of Azkaban goes on.
Hey, sorry for not uploading last week; it was a religious holiday as well as my mum's birthday, so I didn't have the time. Honestly, I've been having some writer's block with this. I went so long with a kind of plan to follow, and now I know what I want to happen, but I've been finding it hard to make happen. It had to happen at some point, so I'm trying to work through it. Maybe starting up my other fics will help, but I gotta read through them to remember where I was going with them.
Upcoming Chapters:
Hero: Chapter 112- The Arcane.
Super: Chapter 114- The Cry.
Legendary: Chapter 116- Voracious Vampire.
Galactic: Chapter 120- To Italy Once More.
Mythic: Chapter 121- Untrustworthy.
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