#Black Mission Figs

[thechoppedmenu]

S1E12: "Chocolate, Mussels and Figs"

Appetizer Ingredients: Beef Tenderloin, Cucumber, Asian Pears, Bittersweet Chocolate

Entree Ingredients: Mussels, Canned Tomatoes, Pita Bread, Celery Root

Dessert Ingredients: Black Mission Figs, Slivered Almonds, Lemons

Judges: Geoffrey Zakarian, Alex Guarnaschelli, Aarón Sánchez

Chefs: Nigel Spence, Gavin Mills, Michael Selicious, Melissa Levy

[philoldendronindoor]

Fig

The fig tree originated from Mediterranean countries. Turkey is considered a major producer of Fig. These plants are grown in warmer regions. It is also possible to grow in temperate regions with proper indoor temperatures.

Fig tree

Fig tree produce fig fruit and this belongs to the mulberry family. And this is also considered bone friendly because it contains magnesium, calcium, and phosphorous. In, some research it is recommended that it contains 3.2 times more than other fruits.Fig benefits are greater.

Fig varieties

There are almost +800 varieties of figs. But only a few varieties are grown for their delicious purpose.

Black Mission Fig

 This fig fruit variety is one of the most commonly grown varieties in the world. The size of the fruit is about 3-5 cm. Initially, the skin seems to be green in color. After ripening it will change to purple or else brown in colour.

Fig seed

 There are more than 1000 seeds found in a fig fruit. Seeds are produced from a single blossom.

Germination

Remove a scoop of pulp and soak in water for two to three days. The true seeds are sediment that is ready to be sown directly and it will germinate quickly.

Soil

Fig prefers to grow mostly in moisture and well-drained soil. Application of Bio-NPK results around the plants results in good yield.

[rudycarter]

Delish Black Mission Figs! For your upcoming cocktail party, fresh figs topped with goat cheese, salty prosciutto, and a drizzle of honey are a must-have.

[andrepessel]

Recipe for Black Mission Fig Preserves Black Mission fig preserves get a gourmet touch when spiced with cinnamon, ginger, lime juice, and a hint of ground white pepper. The preserves are packed into a jar and stored in the refrigerator.

[philodendronleaves]

Fig

The fig tree originated from Mediterranean countries. Turkey is considered a major producer of Fig. These plants are grown in warmer regions. It is also possible to grow in temperate regions with proper indoor temperatures.

Fig tree

Fig tree produce fig fruit and this belongs to the mulberry family. And this is also considered bone friendly because it contains magnesium, calcium, and phosphorous. In, some research it is recommended that it contains 3.2 times more than other fruits.Fig benefits are greater.

Fig varieties

There are almost +800 varieties of figs. But only a few varieties are grown for their delicious purpose.

Black Mission Fig

 This fig fruit variety is one of the most commonly grown varieties in the world. The size of the fruit is about 3-5 cm. Initially, the skin seems to be green in color. After ripening it will change to purple or else brown in colour.

Fig seed

 There are more than 1000 seeds found in a fig fruit. Seeds are produced from a single blossom.

Germination

Remove a scoop of pulp and soak in water for two to three days. The true seeds are sediment that is ready to be sown directly and it will germinate quickly.

[phildendron]

Fig

The fig tree originated from Mediterranean countries. Turkey is considered a major producer of Fig. These plants are grown in warmer regions. It is also possible to grow in temperate regions with proper indoor temperatures.

Fig tree

Fig tree produce fig fruit and this belongs to the mulberry family. And this is also considered bone friendly because it contains magnesium, calcium, and phosphorous. In, some research it is recommended that it contains 3.2 times more than other fruits.Fig benefits are greater.

Fig varieties

There are almost +800 varieties of figs. But only a few varieties are grown for their delicious purpose.

Fig tree

Fig tree produce fig fruit and this belongs to the mulberry family. And this is also considered bone friendly because it contains magnesium, calcium, and phosphorous. In, some research it is recommended that it contains 3.2 times more than other fruits.Fig benefits are greater.

Black Mission Fig

 This fig fruit variety is one of the most commonly grown varieties in the world. The size of the fruit is about 3-5 cm. Initially, the skin seems to be green in color. After ripening it will change to purple or else brown in colour.

Fig seed 

There are more than 1000 seeds found in a fig fruit. Seeds are produced from a single blossom.

Germination

Remove a scoop of pulp and soak in water for two to three days. The true seeds are sediment that is ready to be sown directly and it will germinate quickly.

Fig Benefits

Figs are commonly rich in antioxidants which will reduce free radicals.

And also rich in potassium which regulates blood pressure levels.

Taking this fruit in every meal will regulate our body weight because fig is highly rich in fiber.

Figs are highly rich in vitamin A which helps in good vision.

The dried figs leaf is majorly used for diabetes, some skin conditions like vitiligo, & allergies.

Not only this dried figs are rich in anti-oxidants

And the fig benefits are more & essential for our daily life.

[philodendronplant]

Fig

Fig

The fig tree originated from Mediterranean countries. Turkey is considered a major producer of Fig. These plants are grown in warmer regions. It is also possible to grow in temperate regions with proper indoor temperatures.

Fig tree

Fig tree produce fig fruit and this belongs to the mulberry family. And this is also considered bone friendly because it contains magnesium, calcium, and phosphorous. In, some research it is recommended that it contains 3.2 times more than other fruits.Fig benefits are greater.

Fig varieties

There are almost +800 varieties of figs. But only a few varieties are grown for their delicious purpose.

Black Mission Fig

 This fig fruit variety is one of the most commonly grown varieties in the world. The size of the fruit is about 3-5 cm. Initially, the skin seems to be green in color. After ripening it will change to purple or else brown in colour.

Fig seed

 There are more than 1000 seeds found in a fig fruit. Seeds are produced from a single blossom.

Germination

Remove a scoop of pulp and soak in water for two to three days. The true seeds are sediment that is ready to be sown directly and it will germinate quickly.

Soil

Remove a scoop of pulp and soak in water for two to three days. The true seeds are sediment that is ready to be sown directly and it will germinate quickly.

Irrigation

Drip irrigation is the most suitable irrigation for fig trees. A plant requires at least 13-15 liters of water a day.

Sunlight

 This plant requires 6-8 hours of direct sunlight. Less amount of sunlight will produce less amount of fruits.

Planting tips

In summer trees should remain in full sun and never forget to add nitrogen fertilizer every 4 weeks. And during winter tend to move the plant to an indoor area with moist soil.

Pruning

In the first year of growth the upward portion trimmed to 50 percent. And so it will grow into a stout and large trunk.

Fertilizer

Application of good organic manure or vermicomposting monthly once around the plant.

Transplanting

Only two smaller leaves should remain above the pot. After transplanting the cuttings should remain in moist soil.

Maturity indices of fig

When the fruits become soft in nature it is the right time to identify their maturity and the neck region will become wilt. If we pick the fruit before its maturity, there is a high chance of the possibility for latex to discharge. Based on the variety of plants the color will change accordingly to its maturity rate. Black mission figs should remain dark purple and calimyrna figs should remain light yellow in color to find their maturity stage.

Harvesting time

 Based on weather conditions harvest time varies. In, summer time we can expect a harvest at two times. One in June month and another one in August

Fig Benefits

Figs are commonly rich in antioxidants which will reduce free radicals.

And also rich in potassium which regulates blood pressure levels.

Taking this fruit in every meal will regulate our body weight because fig is highly rich in fiber.

Figs are highly rich in vitamin A which helps in good vision.

The dried figs leaf is majorly used for diabetes, some skin conditions like vitiligo, & allergies.

Not only this dried figs are rich in anti-oxidants

[tobeavirginian]

black mission fig & prosciutto pizza

[ereri-week]

black mission fig & prosciutto pizza

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Inspiration above

TW death, grief

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Five Funerals

They lose Fig first.

Comes with the territory when you're an archdevil - somebody's always looking to take your spot. "Don't worry about it," she says, opening a Planeshift to the recording studio. "It's just the usual rebellious fiends. Icythorz and Bolhondrus and the rest. I'll be back before you know it." She looks resplendent in black leather, the Unfaithable Bass slung across her back, riding the fiery Daymare surrounded in jagged red shards.

Adaine knows before everyone else, but can't believe the vision to be true until she learns that Ayda is gone, too. She scratched every memory of Fig out of her notes before starting over - it was too much pain to bear. The five of them know how it feels.

---5---

It's a few years before they take another hit. Another mission to the Mountains of Chaos, another world-ending calamity to be stopped because Who Else Is Going To Save The World? A small misstep, a miscalculation (six where there should be five, they're only five now) and suddenly the routine becomes deadly.

Riz takes the fall. "It's easier this way," he says, in his last moments. "I'll still see you." And he does. Agent Gukgak Jr., now, with some extra responsibility. But he still comes by. Sometimes. Every so often. Often enough.

---4---

Kristen is next. Only one thing could bring down the most gifted cleric of the age - sacrificing herself for her friends. Third time's the charm when it comes to death, it turns out.

Gorgug is the most hopeful that she'll come back, that she'll find a way again, like in the Nightmare Forest. But Adaine knows this is the end. Even Arthur Aguefort agrees. He quotes Alanis Morissette at her funeral. The followers of Cassandra pull out all the stops.

Adaine, Fabian, and Gorgug have their own ceremony at Ashgrove, next to the Gukgak family plot. It's quiet. Bucky cries into Ragh's shoulder. Aelwyn, Jawbone, and Gertie collect flowers. Tracker stays for a few minutes to say goodbye.

---3---

They quit adventuring after Kristen's funeral. And they don't lose anyone else for a long time. Riz still visits, every few years. They talk about the good old days, how silly it was that Baron was so terrifying when at the end of the day it was an honest conversation that finally did him in. There's rumours that Kristen has ascended to goddesshood herself - Adaine doesn't buy it. She's not the type to be revered.

They come out of retirement for the only reason they would - to bring back one of their own. They finally found Fig's soul, trapped in a ruby in the darkest levels of the Abyss. They can't ask anyone to come with them - it's too dangerous, it's too personal. It's missions like this that kill people.

And when it's all over, when Adaine carries Fabian's burnt, unconscious body back to Morded Manor, they have another funeral to plan.

Gorbag and Roz have already passed, and Wilma and Digby are too old to make preparations, so it falls to Jawbone to organize it. He knows they don't want a lot of fanfare. It's at Ashgrove again, just Adaine and Fabian and the Thistlesprings, and Aelwyn and Ragh. Sandra-Lynn is back in Solace - she sends Adaine a heartfelt text saying she appreciates the invitation, but she can't bring herself to come.

Riz doesn't show for the ceremony - he's desperately scouring the heavenly realms, trying to make sure Gorgug ended up somewhere he wasn't afraid of. Orcish heaven doesn't have him, he reports, and neither does Cassandra.

If he's trapped in the Abyss with Fig, at least they have each other.

---2---

Adaine sees Fabian's death the night of Gorgug's funeral. She needs to prepare, she tells herself. She knows it's going to be hard. She needs all the time she can get, and she needs to know which goodbye will be their last.

They grow old together. Not romantically, although some speculate. Fabian becomes a multiclass advisor at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. Adaine works in Bastion City as an archivist, with occasional trips to Fallinel for Oracle services. They go for vacations sometimes, but never for too long. The memories find them no matter where they go. Sometimes Adaine wishes she could be Ayda, scrape off the old wounds and start fresh. Arthur talks about her sometimes. She's never had the same spark as that one lifetime, he says.

Adaine watches the wrinkles grow beside Fabian's eye, watches his hair turn grey, watches the Future of Dance become its Mentor. He trades his Battlesheet for a cane-sword, then a regular cane. He takes to wearing the Gregorian necktie to classes, no matter how much it clashes with his outfit. They both wonder how many of their own teachers lost party members.

Adaine holds Fabian's wrinkled hand on his deathbed, in his old room at Seacaster Manor. He grins, flashes the same perfect teeth as on the first day of Freshman Year. "Bet you didn't see this one coming, did you?"

"I did," she whispers, tears streaming down her young elven face. "I knew it would end like this. But I always hoped it would last forever."

They're the last words he hears.

It's not the first funeral Adaine organizes. All the Bad Kids held one for Buddy Dawn, back in high school. She and Fabian worked together on the services for Jawbone, Ragh, and Chungledown Bim - who finally caught up to Fabian in both of their old ages. It is the first funeral she has to organize alone.

Some of Fabian's students attend. Arthur Aguefort gives a short speech, and a few students hear the story of Kalvaxus' return for the first time. Adaine sits with Aelwyn in the front row, a few seats down from Hallariel. Gilear records the service to show Telemaine later. Riz is somewhere deep undercover - he maybe hasn't even heard yet.

She always knew she'd be the last. She didn't expect it to hurt so much.

---1---

Adaine stumbles through a few years before she finds herself again. They pass so fast without a mortal lifespan to hold up against them. She drifts between Fallinel and Bastion City for the most part, with occasional return trips to Elmville. Aelwyn always has a place for her to stay. Seacaster Manor was turned into a dormitory for Aguefort students who needed a place to study, or sleep, or stay away from home for a while. Tracker converted Morded Manor into a temple/bed-and-breakfast for worshipers of Galicaea. Strongtower Luxury Apartments was demolished soon after Fabian started teaching at Aguefort. It seems like everything is different now.

Adaine visits Leviathan once, on a whim. The Compass Points hasn't changed a bit. On a chance meeting in the stacks, Ayda looks at her with a spark of familiarity.

"Adaine Abernant?"

"Yes... you remember me?"

Ayda shakes her head. "There are mentions of you in my journals. I leave journals for when I regenerate-"

"I know. I remember."

Ayda looks intrigued. "I wrote that you were a great wizard, and a good friend. I hear from other sources that you are the Elven Oracle. Perhaps you can shed some light on why the pages around yours are torn to shreds or redacted to the point of unreadability?"

Adaine places a gentle hand on Ayda's shoulder. "I don't know if you'd want that. You lost someone you cared about, so much that you thought it was better to forget her than to bear the pain of losing her."

Ayda considers this. "Is it better to forget?" she asks. "Would you give up the memories of those you lost, in order to keep a logical mind?"

"No. Not for anything."

"Then we should talk."

Adaine smiles. "I'd like that."

---2---

*end

Thanks for reading all the way through! I wrote most of this at 2am and the conclusion the next morning. Please take a reblog to share with your friends or drop a like to let me know you enjoyed - or hated - the story!

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[elizais]

heyy can you do something like the reader is an exec in the PM and she sees herself as an older sister to the akutagawa siblings / gin + ryu see her as one too? headcannons please i'm just so distraught after season 5

of course anon! i love these siblings so much season 6 has to help themm lets put the reader as a young executive like chuuya/dazai

you joined the PM as a kid too, so you knew how it was. and when you found out about a 14 y/o and his younger sister joining, you felt for them.

when they arrived and mori was assigning them places, you wanted to mentor both of them but the brother already had a mentor so you took the girl.

that is how you began to know the both of them as you trained gin up to her assassin skills, and talking to her so she would have someone to go to.

you and her became close and you insisted on her and ryu staying close. often hearing about him from your fellow executive dazai.

you probably met ryu when you had to go pass on a message to dazai and saw the both of them, dazai stepping out and leaving you with ryu.

"are you the ryunosuke boy? i'm training your sister, do you two talk often?" you asked him, worried for the siblings. he only responded with silence and a cold stare. "don't worry, i understand. gin is coming to my office for a little bit tonight, it's on the third floor across from storage room 4. you are always welcome." you smiled, trying to provide a safe place for him.

afterwards, you were surprised he turned up. you were glad though, you weren't going to let this cruel organisation tear these two apart from their only family.

he walked in with the same expression, void of emotion and your heart shattered to see yet another kid like this. you had managed to get gin out of her shell though, so it was only a matter of time.

"please, sit ryu." gin spoke softly and gestured to the other space on the couch she was sitting on. you had left the room to grab some mugs for tea. "do you like this girl, gin? is she nice to you? does she treat you well?" ryunosuke interrogated, clearly worried for his sister. "she is very nice, ryu. she was the one who told me to dress more masculinely to protect my identity."

and then you made them both tea, both of their first time trying it. you watched their faces light up at the classic drink. ryu had not said a word to you yet, you were polite but did not want to step into his space too fast.

the next day, you heard a knock at your door and you expected gin but to your surprise it was her older brother. he wasn't very confident but he admitted that after he and gin left they both couldn't stop thinking about the tea. that was when he began to open up.

after that, you three came to your office twice a week to try new flavours. you gave them advice, gossiped and soon they trusted you.

when you found out how dazai treated ryunosuke, you didn't react in front of the boy but on your next mission with dazai you fully confronted the man. while you couldn't be certain he would treat akutagawa better, you spent more time with the boy.

you would begin driving the siblings home, then making some warm meals for them and teaching them things they didn't learn in the slums. you introduced them to many of their likes and dislikes. your most memorable one being figs.

"y/n? are you free right now? i have a question about the black lizard." ryunosuke spoke from behind your office door, you welcomed him in and before he could ask his question his attention was stolen away by the figs on your desk. "what are those?" he asked. "they are figs! would you like one?" you responded, happy for him to try one. "yes please." and his eyes seemed to sparkle as he swallowed. "you can have the rest if you like, i'm full anyways." you smiled.

definitely concerned about both of their health, especially ryu's. you tried to find a way to help his coughing but because he's a criminal you can't just take him anywhere. you did make sure that they both got nourishing meals though.

when gin came to you asking about makeup, you shown her everything. as well as showing her hair products, skin care, dresses - everything a normal girl her age would like.

as for ryunosuke, you tried your best with dressing and how to take care of himself.

you were glad that you could provide a safe space for these kids who ended up in the wrong place.

[sav-less]

🚨 NEW MC 🚨 this is the MC from the upcoming Sebastian fic :) see Seb’s characterization here (x)

Anya Westwood — ‘The Soldier’

Born to an unnamed family and transferred to a secret facility to train as an assassin, Anya’s mastered the delicate language of combat. Between her life before Hogwarts and the Goblin Rebellion, she’s got a lot more blood on her hands than she’d like to admit.

Ready to clean herself of it, she embarks on one final journey to uncover her past. And she’s willing to do anything to get what she’s owed— even make a deal with the devil.

Date of Birth: November 4, 1874

Blood Status: Unknown

Wand: Nine inches, Unyielding, Yew wood, Dragon Heartstring

Strengths: Hand to hand combat, psychological manipulation, memory alteration, Occlumency, ancient magic attacks, identity transfiguration

Lore Headcanons

The facility she’s transferred to is within the Department of Mysteries; training administered by Unspeakables in the Brain and Death field. Its mission is to create soldiers that will spy on and eliminate international wizarding threats— because even wizards aren’t immune to war. They specifically recruit children with no family, making them disposable in the eyes of the Ministry.

While her ancient magic capabilities waited until she was 15, her basic magic developed normally around the age of ten. But the witches and wizards being trained were not allowed to attend a school like Hogwarts. Instead, they received specialized education from within the Ministry.

Soldiers ‘graduate’ from the training at the age of 16, after undergoing a series of physical and mental challenges meant to prepare them for espionage and lethal combat. After graduation, soldiers are required to serve the Ministry for a variety of missions. Anya completed the training, but never officially graduated out of the program before leaving for Hogwarts.

When her powers fully manifested, she tried to leave— it was only after she killed six guards and destroyed an entire floor of intel that they reported her presence to Headmaster Black in hopes of getting her under control.

The Ministry intended to erase her memories of the program entirely, but since they trained her to be exceptional at Occlumency, it was incomplete. She lives with the memories of her training and the pain she endured, but the names and faces of those involved have been removed.

It was because of her known strength that the Ministry refused to step in during the Goblin Rebellion. They knew who she was and what she was capable of, so despite Fig’s many pleas— they let her face it alone.

The Sorting Hat took a long time to sort her. Conflicted by her lack of identity and her Occlumency walls, it had a hard time finding her true values. It eventually settled on Slytherin, as it could sense her determination the clearest.

She’s certainly overpowered but not without consequence— this will be explored in further posts and her fic.

“She’s tired of playing soldier; when will she learn she was always destined to be a weapon in somebody else’s war?”

Beyond the Veil coming soooooon.

[glacierruler]

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⅓ dragon, ⅔ human

Dad is part dragon, mom is human

Black scales on their hands + arms

Tiny dragon wings, can’t fly with them

Best friends with Fig

they/them, ey/em nonbinary

19

A couple months younger than Fig

Wants to be an author and/or a singer/songwriter

Has shoplifted small items before when ey were living in the outskirts

Hasn’t shoplifted since they moved as security is tighter, and they can’t risk a run in with a robot or sentry

Very good at bartering for prices and talking their way out of problems

Fig gave em a messaging device before they moved away and that’s how they communicate

Job at the local coffee shop(minimum wage, but it works)

Light tan skin

Sandy brown hair

Brownish-green eyes

5’4

Moved closer to the center of the kingdom(now a 4 hour drive to the outskirts, not a big city, but still a city)

Has joined a divide(resistance), hasn’t told Fig to keep both of them safe

Still a rookie in it (has to fully learn the code + be on a mission to advance)

Learned how to fight

Has a crush on Callie

[philodendronleaves]

Fig

The fig tree originated from Mediterranean countries. Turkey is considered a major producer of Fig. These plants are grown in warmer regions. It is also possible to grow in temperate regions with proper indoor temperatures.

Fig tree

Fig tree produce fig fruit and this belongs to the mulberry family. And this is also considered bone friendly because it contains magnesium, calcium, and phosphorous. In, some research it is recommended that it contains 3.2 times more than other fruits.Fig benefits are greater.

Fig varieties

There are almost +800 varieties of figs. But only a few varieties are grown for their delicious purpose.

Black Mission Fig

 This fig fruit variety is one of the most commonly grown varieties in the world. The size of the fruit is about 3-5 cm. Initially, the skin seems to be green in color. After ripening it will change to purple or else brown in colour.There are almost +800 varieties of figs. But only a few varieties are grown for their delicious purpose.

Fig seed

 There are more than 1000 seeds found in a fig fruit. Seeds are produced from a single blossom.

Germination

Remove a scoop of pulp and soak in water for two to three days. The true seeds are sediment that is ready to be sown directly and it will germinate quickly.

[faustinio27]

Ask game! I’m not sure which ones have been asked; so pick your two favorite ones that you want to answer!! ❤️❤️

Thank you for letting me choose ;D

Faustine trusts the keepers. She understands the seriousness of the situation, and accepts that the fate of Hogwarts rests on her shoulders as the sole holder of ancient magic, even if it weighs heavily on her. She is particularly fond of Niahm, whom she would have considered as a mentor if she wasn't stuck in her portrait.

On the other hand, she doesn't like San Bakar, who continued to distrust her even after she succeeded in her mission by bowing to the Graphorn (even though she thinks he's right to be suspicious after learning of Isidora's betrayal, Faustine thinks she doesn't deserve these suspicions after doing everything they asked). But as she faces the final deposit, reluctant to open it and almost betraying them too despite their warnings, she thinks he was right not to trust her.

Faustine has the black hippogriff Caligo, whom she rescued from poachers. It took her weeks and incredible patience to get close to him and make friends. Now, he's incredibly loyal to her, but hates just about everyone, especially Sebastian (much to Faustine's chagrin). Faustine considers him a brother, and would rather fly with him than with a broom. They sometimes fight enemies together, but each seeks to defend the other, afraid he or she might get hurt.

She also has a barn owl who acts as her letter carrier, named Hermes. I created him for an rp, but he remains in HL canon as there's one by our mc's bed. Hermes is a cheerful, somewhat clumsy young owl (quite the opposite of Caligo, who doesn't appreciate him), and he's afraid of dragons after nearly getting eaten when he accompanied Faustine and Professor Fig in their carriage to Hogwarts.

[lorainelegacy]

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Fig paced restlessly in his office. That morning, a feeling had come over him, an intense sensation that clung to his chest like ivy to stone. He couldn't explain it, but it was as if something extraordinary was about to happen. Hardly had he shaken off the dust of his last trip when an owl arrived with the Headmaster's seal, a harbinger, perhaps, of the impending tide of change. Frowning, he unfolded the parchment and read.

Professor Fig, As if my schedule wasn't congested enough, the Ministry has tasked me with organising the inconvenient arrival of a new student at Hogwarts. A seventh year student, if you can believe it. Professor Weasley insists that she will need an escort and a mentor to help her acclimatise before term begins. I have assigned the task to you. Please see Professor Weasley for details. Professor Phineas Nigellus Black, Headmaster.

The air in the room seemed to buzz with anticipation as Fig's eyes roamed the lines of ink. The foreboding that had been with him since dawn now took the form of a catalyst for the journey ahead. With the imminent arrival of the new school year, he was presented with a mission of great importance: introduce the new student and instil in her the fundamental principles that would be the cornerstone of her learning. This responsibility, assigned to him by Phineas, initially caused him some reluctance. The more he thought about it, however, the more he believed that the foreboding that had haunted him had something to do with it.

He took a deep breath. The Headmaster's message had been a key turning in the lock of destiny, and Fig was ready to walk through the door it had opened. Whatever lay beyond, he was sure of one thing: the threads of the extraordinary were about to weave themselves into the tapestry of his life. He knew that what was to come would not be a mere footnote in his chronicles. It was a chapter yet to be written, a story begging to be told.

Perched atop a green hill, the house offered a breathtaking view, nestled beyond a stream and an old mill, its sails frozen in time. As Fig stood there, taking in the view, the house seemed to unfold before him, grand and welcoming, its warm lights marking the twilight. The more he looked at it, however, the more an unsettling feeling slowly came over him; it was as if the house, with its darkened windows, was an observing entity. With a throat clearing rasp to clear the discomfort, Fig knocked on the sturdy wooden door. There was no answer. He raised his hand to knock once more when, with a creak, the door opened. There, in the doorframe, a tired-looking young woman in her early twenties greeted him with a faint smile.

—Can I help you with something? —she asked in a soft voice.

Her eyes immediately caught the eye, like two large, sparkling jewels. They held a chromatic secret: the left, a deep green that evoked the ancient forests of Scotland; the right, an amber yellow that seemed to contain the very essence of the sun. They were not simply eyes; they were portals to unknown worlds, extraordinary in their beauty and uniqueness. Eleazar, with a mixture of wonder and curiosity, shook his head as if waking from a reverie and broke the silence with a voice that denoted respect and a hint of emotion.

—You must be Loraine, —he said, extending a hand in a gesture of cordiality— My name is Eleazar Fig. I am a professor at Hogwarts, the prestigious school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I assume you've heard of it. The Ministry of Magic has had its eye on you, and there is a growing interest in your joining us this year. We would be honoured to have you, provided, of course, that it is to your liking.

The young woman stared in bewilderment at the man in front of her. Deep blue eyes shone with a laughing gleam, as if they held within them an eternal secret of happiness. An aura of kindness enveloped him, so palpable that it could almost be felt in the air, softening the contours of his presence and making him, despite his height, seem non-threatening. He was a mature man, whose experiences seemed to have been delicately etched into the lines of his face, giving him an air of wisdom and serenity. His attractiveness was undeniable.

—The Ministry itself interested in me? But sir, I'm just a common witch. One of many, —she said, frowning in a mixture of scepticism and surprise, as if the silver-haired man with the piercing gaze was teasing her— Surely, you've got the wrong person?

Professor Fig, whose name was as peculiar as his person, kept his gaze fixed on the young witch.

—I'm sure you have much to offer, —he replied, winking at her with a conviction that seemed to emanate from deep within him, to which the young woman responded with a smile.

The young woman, still immersed in her confusion, could not help but be captivated by the man's presence. There was something about him, perhaps the warmth of his smile or the depth of his gaze, that invited her to want to know more, to discover what stories were hidden behind those blue eyes and that smile that seemed to promise friendship and adventure. At that moment, she understood that some people have the rare gift of making the world seem a kinder place, just by being in it.

—Who is it? —The voice echoed from inside the house, a mixture of surprise and distrust, "We're not expecting any visitors!

The footsteps were slow and heavy, each rumbling with the deliberation of a large animal stalking in the gloom. Eleazar's attention drifted briefly to the bruises glimpsed beneath the sleeve of the young woman's shirt, hinting at untold stories of anguish and torment. Out of the darkness of the house emerged Peyton Ganders. A tall, slightly overweight man who used a cane to help him walk. His reputation preceded him in the town; known to all as a ruthless and extremely greedy individual. His very presence instilled a mixture of respect and fear among the locals.

—Who the hell are you and what is this about taking my niece to a school? —He snarled in a voice that exuded hostility, shoving the young woman away to confront the enigmatic individual who dared to disturb the tranquility of their home. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, a pitiful tribute to his addiction to alcohol and tobacco.

Eleazar, with the patience of a chess master, narrowed his eyes, barely perceptibly, and though his countenance was the picture of serenity, his hand crept stealthily into his coat pocket. There, hidden but ready to be drawn in an instant, rested his wand, silent companion of countless adventures. His manner, however, lost none of his characteristic warmth and calmness, as if he were accustomed to dealing with far more dangerous situations than a drunken, angry man.

—I am sorry to have come to your house unannounced, sir. But it was unexpected news to all of us. Only yesterday, I received the letter from the….

Before he could finish, Peyton interrupted with a firmness that echoed off the walls. His voice, tinged with a mixture of indignation and anger, cut through the air like a sharp blade.

—My niece isn't going anywhere,—he exclaimed, his voice rising as his hand closed tightly around her arm. Loraine, surprised by her uncle's sudden intensity, could barely conceal a wince— She has to look after her uncle, right, Loraine?

His eyes rested on hers, searching for an alliance. The tension in the air was palpable, and a silent plea was reflected in her eyes. In her mind, the words boiled with the force of a desperate cry: "No, I want to escape from this hell, you damned bastard! Anywhere is paradise compared to this prison!" Yet fear sealed her lips, silencing the cry of her soul. At that precise moment, Eleazar burst onto the scene. His presence was like a beacon in the storm to Loraine. She had known many men of the same ilk in her life, men who reveled in the fear they could instill in others. But he was undeterred. With a firmness that exuded both calm and authority, he stood between them.

—It seems to me that decision should be hers.

The simplicity of his words was deceptive, for they resonated a power beyond mere courtesy. It was a challenge, a reminder that, despite the circumstances, there was still a choice.

Uncle Peyton, whose patience was notoriously short, put still greater pressure on his niece's delicate arm, determined that she would not escape his control. He was not going to let her go by any means. The young woman, consumed with despair, cast a pleading glance towards Eleazar, who, interpreting the silent call for help, did not hesitate for a second before drawing his wand. With a nimble and precise gesture, the man's body collapsed to the floor like a heavy piece of furniture. The startled young woman brought her hand to her injured arm and, with a mixture of relief and embarrassment, rested her eyes on the face of her unexpected saviour. Eleazar stepped forward, his figure emanating a protective calm.

—Are you all right? —His voice rang with an unexpected softness, a balm in the midst of the chaos.

She nodded slowly. Her eyes, though still reflecting flashes of the storm she had just experienced, were beginning to calm under Eleazar's compassionate gaze. With his timely intervention, he had not only saved the young woman from an undesirable fate, but had also planted in her the seeds of a confidence she had thought lost.

She took one last look at her room. It was small and windowless, so it was almost completely dark. She bent down and extracted from a cleverly concealed recess under the bed a piece of wood that concealed her most precious treasure: a time-worn case and a box of mementos. She carefully placed them inside her suitcase, as if they were fragments of her soul that needed to be protected. Meanwhile, the tears flowed silently and, for the first time, it was not bitterness and desolation that dampened her face, but the sweet anticipation of freedom. It still seemed like a pipe dream, but the truth was imminent and palpable: he was about to leave forever the cursed house that had caused him so much pain.

She changed her shirt and slipped into trousers with a hole in the knee that outlined her figure. Her aunt's exclusivity in frequenting the clothing shop meant that purchases for her were few and far between, leaving her with a wardrobe of extremes: garments that were too small or hung off her body like fabrics on a too-thin mannequin. The wardrobe relics that Uncle Peyton discarded, either through disuse or disinterest, he gave to her. She kicked the door to her room shut because she had both hands full and trudged out into the hallway. She descended the stairs with a suitcase that seemed to contain her entire life, as she planned never to return. Fig, ever attentive and willing, took the lead in conjuring the spell Levioso to ease the young woman's burden.

—Useful, isn't it? -He smiled with a mixture of pride and mystery— Remind me to show it to you.

After these words, the two walked away from the dwelling, leaving behind Loraine's uncle, who looked like a statue, frozen in a gesture of surprise. "Don't worry," Fig assured her with an infectious calmness, "He'll regain movement in a few hours." With a graceful and precise gesture, he manipulated Loraine's suitcase again with his wand, giving it the lightness of a feather. She, whose height was barely over Fig's shoulder, followed him with a mixture of awe and excitement. There was something about this man, a new acquaintance, that radiated an unusual warmth and security, as if there were a previous bond between them. Together they crossed the little stream, and as they looked up, they saw an ancient carriage waiting patiently in the distance.

—Thestrals! —Loraine exclaimed, her eyes shining with reverent awe as she gazed at the majestic winged horses that stood gracefully before the ancient carriage.

To the ordinary observer, the very sight of such creatures could freeze the blood in one's veins; beings of such unusual stock that they seemed to have emerged from a horror tale. With bodies sculpted in shadows and bone and wings that displayed a gothic magnificence, akin to those of a giant bat.

—Can you see them? —Professor Fig's voice was tinged with a hint of bitterness, a reflection of the peculiar nature of thestrals, creatures only visible to those who have witnessed death. Loraine remained silent, her eyes giving nothing away, and sensing the weight of the moment, he quickly changed the conversation— I understand that moving to Hogwarts in your final year is a daunting prospect, but rest assured that I will make sure you know all the necessary spells before we even set foot inside the castle. My role goes beyond being your teacher in Magical Theory at Hogwarts. Consider me your mentor. —My mentor? —asked the young woman with a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her voice. —That's right —Eleazar confirmed with a gentle smile— Which means we'll be spending quite a bit of time together, both in the halls of the school and outside of it. You'll get bored of me, I assure you— he joked with a knowing wink, and the young woman couldn't help but giggle at the quip— I get the impression that you don't possess a wand, am I right? —No, Professor, —she replied— my aunt and uncle destroyed it to prevent me from practising magic at home.

Eleazar looked at his new apprentice.

—Then my first task as her mentor will be to make sure she gets a new wand —he said.

Eleazar stopped dead in his tracks, just at the edge of the ancient carriage, and fumbled in his tunic pocket. From it he extracted an ordinary wand, humble but neat in appearance. He held it out to his companion.

—Take it. This will be your wand while you get your own. A second-hand wand is not as powerful, but it will do. It is the wand that chooses… —The wizard. —she finished with a big smile on her face. She took the wand between her fingers. It had been an eternity since the last time she had felt the whisper of magic in her hands. —I am ready to face whatever comes my way. —she said in a firm, determined voice.

Eleazar smiled broadly. It was the smile of a mentor who saw in his pupil not only the potential, but also the spark of true passion.

—We still have six days until the course begins, my young apprentice. —Six days!? —Loraine exclaimed. A horrified expression came over her face. —Plenty of time, you'll see —Fig reassured her. From their proximity, he couldn't help but notice the delicate pink blush on her cheeks, which contrasted with the dark bruises peeking out from under the collar of her shirt. He clenched her jaw at the sight and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, a silent promise of protection. With a subtle nod, He gestured towards the carriage.— Shall we go?

Professor Fig held out his hand inviting the young woman to take the lead. With a friendly smile, she accepted the courtesy and climbed into the waiting carriage. Once they were seated facing each other in the luxurious interior, the vehicle lifted off, and in a breath, they were soaring through the sky over majestic Scotland. The young woman was captivated, glancing at the window as if it were a canvas on which a moving work of art was being painted. The fields stretched out like blankets of deep green, dotted with picturesque villages that looked as if they had sprung from fairy tales. Lush forests whispered ancient stories, and ruins stood as silent guardians of a glorious past.

Meanwhile, Eleazar remained absorbed, immersed in his thoughts, indifferent to the beauty that paraded beyond the glass. There was something about the young woman, an enigma that captured his attention far more than the landscape around them. But before he could decipher it, the girl's enthusiastic voice brought him out of his reverie.

—Look, Professor! —she exclaimed, a contagious joy lighting up her face. —I can't believe it, Hypogriffs!

Her eyes shone with the innocence and wonder of one who sees for the first time a creature of legend. There, amidst the vastness of the blue sky, a group of hippogriffs danced among the clouds, their mighty wings outstretched and their equine bodies galloping on the wind. Professor Fig, now sharing his young companion's fascination, could not help but smile at the spectacle. Together, they watched in silence, witnessing the pure magic that only nature could orchestrate.

—Professor, are you all right? —she asked as she settled back into her seat across from him.

Eleazar gave a small shake of his head, as if clearing a fog of ideas, and his eyes focused back on the young woman.

—I was just pondering what would be the most appropriate spell to initiate your instruction when we arrive. —He replied, then cleared his throat. —Arriving where, exactly? -Her curiosity grew, her eyes sparkling with the promise of adventure. —Well, the Ministry has been generous in providing us with lodgings at 'The Sleeping Goblin' while you catch up on your studies. —Have you ever been there?

Fig shook his head.

—Let's hope it's better than it sounds —Eleazar commented, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He didn't quite understand why the Ministry was so interested in her, but he was inwardly relieved that they were. The very thought of what she must have suffered in that house tore at his insides. He bowed his head once more and his gaze drifted to Loraine, who stood motionless by the window. Perhaps looking for a glimpse of Fwoopers or Jobberknolls.— Oh, dear. How absent-minded of me, —he chided himself quietly, a coy smile on his lips.— I'd completely forgotten to give this to you….

Immediately afterwards, Fig, with a theatrical gesture and a knowing smile, slipped his hand into the abyss of his pocket and extracted a tiny envelope. The young woman took it in her hands and smiled as she caught sight of the seal adorned with the majestic Hogwarts crest. A wave of happiness and a whirlwind of nerves intertwined in her chest. She opened it and read it aloud:

Miss Loraine Hawks, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to start your Seventh Year. The course starts on 1st September. We have prepared the materials you will need to start classes and we will be accompanying you on your journey to the castle. As you may be aware, due to the unique circumstances of your admission, the Ministry has kindly agreed that Professor Eleazar Fig will help you perfect your spell casting techniques before accompanying you to the castle for the start of term banquet and the Sorting Ceremony. Yours sincerely, Matilda Weasley, Deputy Headmistress

Loraine looked up and met Professor Fig's eyes. The letter in her hands was the irrefutable proof she needed to confirm that what she was experiencing was not a dream. "It's amazing how a simple piece of paper can direct the course of a person's destiny," she thought. However, Loraine was not aware at the time of the turn her life was about to take, nor of all that was to come. The next words Fig spoke would be engraved in the young woman's heart forever.

—Very well, Loraine. Let us begin the journey to your new home, where your legacy awaits. And remember, in the world of magic, it's not just about the spells you cast, but the bonds you forge and the wisdom you acquire. Welcome to the beginning of your greatest adventure.

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