#// let me know if this works. Ciri's verse is about her having Ancient Magic like in Hogwarts Legacy

[starwrittenfates]

@maddmuses liked this post for a starter with Ciri in her Hogwarts Verse! --- (for Hermione)

It wasn't easy being the new fifth-year and transfer student who was not only a late bloomer when it came to magic, but something else entirely. Her adoptive parents had sent her to Hogwarts to learn how to control her abilities. It seemed she was the talk of the school, even in the Gryffindor common room.

However, she wasn't going to let it stop her. Holding a huge stack of books which was all the coursework she had to brush up on so she could stay in equal footing with everyone, Ciri had managed to lose her grip on them, bumping into someone. "Oh no. I'm so sorry. Let me help you." She offered a hand. "I'm Cirilla, but you can call me Ciri."

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

are you taking prompts for thomas the rhymer verse? if so, maybe geralt and jaskier meet aine again after the story ends?

(I really miss writing Thomas the Rhymer but that was such a fun fic! Thank you for this ask, it made my day to know people enjoyed my first Witcher fic)

When Jaskier woke one midwinter morning to find the courtyard of Kaer Morhen covered in flowers, he knew exactly who had come to visit. “My Lady!” 

“Huh?” Geralt asked, rolling over in their shared bed. One of the Witcher’s large arms fell across the bard’s torso, trapping him against the mattress. “Who?”

“Geralt, get up. It’s supposed to be freezing but the grass is green and there are daisies everywhere.”

“Aine.”

“Of course it’s Aine! Let me up!”

“Hmm.”

The bard pushed his husband’s arm out of the way and leapt out of bed. He tossed on his favorite shirt and trousers, which he’d taken with him from the Faerie Realm after his wedding to Geralt last summer. He flew down the stairs two at a time and out into the open mountain air. Standing statue-still in the middle of the greenery was the Faerie Queen, smiling widely. “True Thomas! How well you’ve taken to the mortal world.”

“I was a mere human not long ago,” the young dryad beamed, bowing lowly. 

“Ever the dramatist,” the Queen sighed fondly. “Embrace me, child, for I have missed your music.”

“Come inside! We’ll provide you a meal and I can play for you once again.”

“I’ve actually come to see the child,” Aine said. “I would like to meet the Lion Cub of Cintra truly and officially.”

“My daughter is quite the charmer.”

“Your daughter?”

“Papa!” 

“Cirilla!” Jaskier turned back towards one of Kaer Morhen’s many doors, which he’d left hanging open in his hurry to greet the Queen. Aine’s eyebrows lifted. She really does consider him one of her parents. “Come and meet My Lady, the Queen of the Faeries!”

“Call me Aine, child,” the redheaded woman insisted. She held out her hand, which Ciri kissed respectfully. The Queen hadn’t expected that and she grinned at the girl’s politeness. “I’ve come to give you a very belated birthday gift, dearest Ciri.”

“Don’t all Faerie gifts come with terrible prices?”

“Not mine.”

“Ciri,” her Papa scolded, blushing. “She has been far kinder to your father and I than we could ever have thought possible. I thought you knew better than to suspect such tricks from Lady Aine.”

“I’ve heard so many stories of Fae trickery,” the ex-princess apologized “I’m very sorry, my Queen.”

“You haven’t offended me in the slightest. My sister and her court have always been known for their mischief making and I very rarely leave the comfort of my own Realm to correct such tales. Anyway, you’ve more than earned this gift,” Aine smiled. She reached forward and pressed the heel of her hand to Ciri’s forehead, much like she’d done when taking Jaskier’s memories away so many years ago. This time, however, the girl’s face broke out into a placid grin. Her eyes shone with happiness and magic, her fair skin glowing slightly where it touched against the Queen’s. By the time Aine pulled her hand away, Geralt had joined them.

“My Lady,” he greeted with a short bow. Aine curtsied back and turned her attention to Ciri once more.

“I hope you enjoy it.”

“What did she give you?” Jaskier asked, ever the curious forest spirit. 

“Peace,” the Princess answered. Her eyes were full of tears but the smile threatening to split her face in two revealed her utmost joy. “She gave me peace.”

Aine spent the day with them, eating at their table and sharing in their happiness. She danced with Ciri before the fire in the Great Hall as Jaskier performed all of her old favorites from his time in the Seelie Court. Yen asked the Queen a few basic questions about being royalty and the finer workings of Fae magic but mostly just sipped at her wine and enjoyed herself quietly. 

Nobody in the room was a normal human; each had their own odd and special powers or enhancements. Somehow, though, she knew that this was the epitome of human nature. This room was filled with the purest parts of human existence.

Love. Family. Compassion.

The Queen of Faerie Land sent Jaskier a grateful look and felt her ancient heart settle firmly into her chest for the first time in a century. She’d be back to visit again. Soon.