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EXCLUSIVE: princess daenys on fashion, royal duties, and hogwarts life.

1995, DAILY PROPHET. by the daily prophet’s correspondence, colette morvain.

PART I: A FASHION DIVE.

we have celebrities. and then we have stars. it is not every day that one has the honor to sit down with royalty, let alone a princess who, despite having to be in different countries for various purposes, still graces the halls of hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry (to learn more about albus dumbledore, go to page 12). today, i bring you a rare, intimate interview with none other than princess daenys, full–time heir to the throne and best student of her year, whose fashion sense has bewitched the entire wizarding world. one can’t help but be amazed at her exquisite style, which has raised questions far and wide: where does the princess shop? how does she decide what to wear each day?

let me assure you, i left no question unasked. and as you can imagine, princess daenys answered with all the grace and poise of a future monarch.

“it’s no secret that i adore fashion,” the princess began with a soft smile, her voice as enchanting as her wardrobe. “for me, clothing is more than just fabric — it’s a statement. who am i, what i stand for. my mother, the queen consort, used this technique during the war against you–know–who. even if you are denied of words, the clothing you wear will speak for you. my mother taught me everything about this”

indeed, the dresses queen rose wore are still studied at the wizarding academy of arts. the princess seemed to not only have taken her mother's eyes, after all! teenagers love to speak, and it is hard to deny the profound sense of elegance that follows the princess wherever she goes, be it in the great hall for dinner or during one of professor mcgonagall’s transfiguration lessons. every ensemble seems perfectly curated, as if it tells a story of ancient royal lineage and modern wizarding sophistication.

and where does such an icon of style shop? princess daenys laughed lightly at the question. “i’m often asked that. i prefer bespoke designs from artisans both magical and, even if a certain demographic of people wouldn’t agree, non-magical. some of my favorite robes come from small wizarding boutiques that handcraft each piece with the utmost care.” she pauses, her eyes sparkling. “but i also adore muggle fashion. there’s something enchanting about the blend of both worlds, don’t you think?”

readers, the princess is a woman of many worlds—hers is not a wardrobe restricted by the boundaries of her crown or the limitations of magical design. “i like to shop in paris, milan, even new york when I have the chance,” she continued, twirling a strand of her silver-gold hair as she spoke. “there’s a certain thrill in exploring fashion beyond our magical world, where i can mix couture with traditional wizarding wear. my stylist helps me blend them together to create something entirely unique.”

but how, we all wonder, does a busy princess—who, let us not forget, has classes, royal duties, and a throne to inherit—find the time to meticulously select her outfit each day?

“mornings can be tricky,” she admits with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “it depends on my mood. some days, i wake up feeling like i should wear something regal, the classic red and black of my family. other times, i prefer something more understated but still elegant for classes—or just walking around hogwarts. something practical yet beautiful.”

and practical she must be, for her schedule is as demanding as any head of state. balancing the responsibilities of royal life with the rigorous academic standards of hogwarts is no small feat, and yet princess daenys carries it all with remarkable ease. “it’s about balance,” she reveals. “i might spend my morning in a defense against the dark arts class, but in the afternoon, i have to attend to royal correspondence or meet with my advisors. what i wear must reflect my role in both worlds.”

for those of you wondering what the princess wears wherever she rides her dragons in the skies, the answer is far more down-to-earth than one might expect. “mainly robes that do not make me freeze in the sky,” she confesses with a laugh. “you see, when i was claimed by meleys, my first dragon (of three—i want to add) i was seven. back then i only wore things that would protect me if i had accidentally fallen from my dragon. but now,” her eyes seem to have a warm light “it’s a second nature. i feel free in the sky with all three of my dragons. i usually use my dragons to go to meetings with other nations, and i wear my house colours”

even in her royal stature, the princess remains refreshingly grounded. when i pressed her on whether there were ever fashion faux pas (after all, even the greatest of us have had them), she gave me a laugh that was nothing short of charming. “oh, absolutely! haven’t we all had one or two questionable looks in our past? but that’s part of the fun of fashion—it evolves as you do. i try to embrace each stage of my style journey. at the end of the day,” the princess said, her voice filled with wisdom beyond her years, “fashion should make you feel like the best version of yourself, whether you’re sitting in the royal court or in a classroom at hogwarts. it’s a way to carry your heritage with you while embracing the present.”

the enigma of princess daenys’s fashion choices, laid bare in this exclusive interview. a royal who has enchanted the world not only with her clothes, but with her heart.

PART II: THE ROYAL DUTIES.

it’s clear that her fashion sense is only part of her mystique. behind the silk robes and perfectly tailored ensembles lies a young woman with a weighty responsibility—heir to the throne of a powerful kingdom. as if being a student at hogwarts wasn’t challenging enough, princess daenys is also the future queen, destined to rule her realm. how does she balance such monumental royal duties with the pressures of academic life? well, i got all the answers straight from the princess herself!

“it’s certainly a challenge,” princess daenys began with a serene smile, her composure flawless despite the whirlwind of responsibilities she faces. “my duties as heir to the throne are not something i take lightly. my kingdom expects the best from me, and rightfully so. i’ve spent my whole life preparing for the day when i will eventually take the crown.”

ah, the crown. few of us can comprehend what it means to be born with such a weight on our heads, but for princess daenys, it has been her reality since birth. between classes on transfiguration and studying for O.W.L.s, she is also in constant communication with her advisors, ambassadors, and the ministry. one has to wonder, how does she manage to balance these two very different worlds?

“i’ve always believed that my time at hogwarts is as crucial to my royal training as anything i’d learn back home,” she explained. “the people at hogwarts are the people i want to protect during my reign. and, magic is not only a part of my family’s heritage but also an essential tool in governing. i’ll need to understand how both the magical and non-magical communities interact and co-exist. hogwarts provides the perfect environment for that.”

her duties, however, extend far beyond the walls of the school. as the princess revealed, her days often begin before sunrise, reviewing important documents, attending meetings with council members, and making decisions about state affairs. and, if you can believe it, she still finds time to attend classes and participate in hogwarts life.

“i have a dedicated team of advisors who assist me in my duties,” princess daenys shared. “but at the end of the day, the responsibility is mine. i need to understand what’s happening, and understand how i would act once i’ll be queen. sometimes that means spending my free period reading economic reports with notes made by my father, instead of studying for my next charms exam!”

imagine the pressure of not only studying for your N.E.W.T.s but also dealing with diplomatic tensions and state decisions! but princess daenys, composed, insists that both roles strengthen each other.

“there are days when the balance is hard to maintain,” she admitted with refreshing honesty. “i might have an urgent issue that requires immediate attention, but i also have a potions exam the next day. in those moments, i rely on time management and prioritization. being near other slytherins helped me a lot, in this. i learned quickly that both realms require your full attention, and you can’t neglect one for the other.”

of course, one wonders how much pressure comes with knowing that one day, she will no longer be just a princess, but a queen. i pressed the princess on whether she ever feels overwhelmed by the looming reality of the throne.

“it’s not something i lodge on constantly,” she replied. “i’ve been prepared for this my entire life, but i also understand that i need to experience life as a fifteen years old. being at hogwarts gives me the chance to grow and learn without the immediate responsibility of ruling. it’s important to enjoy this time while also keeping in mind what’s ahead.”

her diplomatic answers were filled with grace and wisdom far beyond her years. princess daenys is nothing short of remarkable—a young woman already well-versed in statecraft, diplomacy, and leadership. yet she still finds joy in the little things—studying in the hogwarts library, chatting with friends in the slytherin common room, and, yes, enjoying quidditch matches.

“i mastered the art of being patient and resilient, thanks to my father,” she reflected with a laugh. “it’s a unique position to be in, he always says. but it also teaches you to think critically, to consider every possible outcome before making a decision. whether it’s a decision about the kingdom or about which club to join at hogwarts, both require a steady hand.”

but don’t think that this princess is always business. there’s still a lighthearted, playful side to her, one that enjoys the magical pranks her friends pull in the hallways or the thrill of learning new spells. “i think that everyone loves spending time in their dormitory, hearing about the newest singer or french fashion magazine”

and when i asked her about her plans for the future as queen, she smiled softly. “i want to ensure that my kingdom is a place of peace and prosperity,” she said. “that has always been my goal. but for now, i am focused on learning as much as i can. there’s no rush to the throne. when the time comes, i’ll be ready.”

a princess who is not only fashionable but formidable, blending her royal duties with the everyday challenges of being a hogwarts student. one thing is certain: the future of her kingdom is in capable hands.

but what other secrets does princess daenys have? could there be more to uncover?

PART III: HOGWARTS LIFE.

inow, we dive into the chapter we’ve all been eagerly awaiting—the princess’s life at hogwarts, particularly her place in the most cunning and ambitious house of all: slytherin. yes, you heard that right! princess daenys, heir of the throne, is part of the green and silver house.

“hogwarts is my second home,” princess daenys begins. “slytherin may have a bad eputation for its ambition and pureblood ideals, but there’s so much more to the house. it’s about loyalty, strategy, and understanding one’s own strengths.”

it’s clear that the princess feels perfectly at home in slytherin, but one can’t help but wonder how she navigates the house’s complex social dynamics. after all, this is no ordinary school year—not until harry potter (to read more about the boy-who-lived check page 27) is walking the halls, and allegiances are being tested in ways unseen for generations.

“i was sorted into slytherin because i value ambition, cleverness, and strategic thinking,” princess daenys says, her tone measured but confident. “but that doesn’t mean i share the same views as everyone in my house. like any hogwarts student, i have my own opinions, my own path to walk.”

indeed, rumors have swirled about the princess’s neutrality in the brewing conflict between dumbledore and you-know-who. is she a supporter of harry potter’s cause? does she sympathize with the headmaster of hogwarts, or perhaps—merlin forbid—has she aligned herself with darker forces?

“i have great respect for harry potter,” daenys says, with a glint in her eyes that betrays her diplomatic nature. “he’s extraordinarily brave, and what he’s doing takes incredible courage. especially, with his past. but i’ve always believed that you can’t rush to take sides without fully understanding the bigger picture. my position, as both a student and a future ruler, requires me to see beyond immediate conflicts and think about the long-term effects.”

a masterful response, wouldn’t you agree? it seems the princess is not one to let herself be drawn into the chaos of teenage rivalries, no matter how heated the rivalry between harry potter and her house members may become. that said, i couldn’t resist asking about her relationship with the more infamous members of slytherin, particularly the malfoys.

“draco and i get along well enough,” she says. “but my circle at hogwarts extends beyond just slytherins. i believe in getting to know everyone for who they are, regardless of which house they’re in.”

and this is where the true brilliance of princess daenys shines through. unlike so many others, she refuses to be confined by the traditional house rivalries. she has been seen speaking with students from all four houses—yes, even gryffindors! but don’t let her friendliness fool you; the princess is nobody’s pawn. as a future queen, daenys has learned the art of diplomacy and strategy. her actions speak of careful calculation, not unlike the cunning slytherin traits she embodies.

“it’s important to stay grounded in who you are,” daenys continues when i ask her how she deals with the rising tension in the slytherin house. “i know what i stand for. i understand my values. that’s what guides me, not peer pressure or the politics of the moment.”

of course, it’s not all serious politics and diplomacy at hogwarts. even a princess needs time to relax. so how does the future ruler of an entire kingdom spend her free time?

“the classic answer should be spending time with my friends, but when they have their things to do, i enjoy reading by the black lake,” daenys reveals, her eyes brightening with the admission. “there’s something incredibly cozy about it. books and poems are, of course, integral part of me; but staying in nature and hearing other students practicing for quidditch, it’s something that relaxes me”

ah! yes, the princess herself is an avid supporter of slytherin’s quidditch team, though she seems to prefer keeping a low profile in the stands rather than soaring through the air with a quaffle in hand. she’s also, of course, a frequent visitor to the library, often spotted reading advanced tomes on magical history.

“hogwarts has given me the opportunity to learn in ways i could never have imagined,” she says, her voice softening as she reflects. “it’s not just about magic—it’s about understanding people, cultures, and how the world works”

when i inquire about her favorite subjects, her answer comes without hesitation. “history of magic and ancient runes,” she says with a grin. “i love history and reading about people who once stepped in the same places where i am today, and i love ancient runes because of the concept of each rune, and their significance. understanding ancient magic helps me understand the foundations of our world”

it’s hard not to be captivated by the sheer depth of wisdom that flows from this young royal. while many students at hogwarts are concerned with passing exams or navigating social hierarchies, princess daenys is preparing for a future that goes far beyond the walls of the castle. she remains grounded in the present, balancing her time between her duties and her academic life.

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Gingerpilot time!

Hux's mind felt like scrambled protein bar. He remembered his schedule, his name, rank, his duties and loyalties. His ship. And his people. And it was all crystal clear. But... Something was off. Because he knew there were things that he did't remember. Blank spots scattered all over last months. And he knew that because noone ever looked at him like this Resistance pilot. Noone ever said his name with this amount of compassion, care and... Love? But they barely knew each other.

"You've been reconditioned" echoed in his head. No. Not possible. And yet... There was this man. Kneeling before him. Holding his hands. Talking nonsenses about how everything is going to be okey. About finding solution. There was this man calling him Armitage in the warmest way he had ever heard.

"You've been reconditioned"

No. Not possible.

It was middle of the night when Hux finally had a courage to picked up data pad. He was reading his chat with Dameron. Smoking cigarettes and drinking tarine. Recognizing his words but not remembering that he wrote them. He pressed hand to the forehead and took a deep breath. It was authentic without a doubt. And he was terrified.

You've been recondition.

It's not possible. They would never do that to an officer. To him.

He clenched his fingers on datapad and closed his eyes. It was not possible. No. He glanced again on the datapad and turn it off. He laid down on the bed looking at the celling and took comm from a night stand.

"Dameron?" Poe stood up quickly from his bed.

"Arm...Hux? I can go to you if you...."

"No. I want to talk like that." He wouldn't stand seeing pilot's face now. Not after what he just had read. Messages. Lots of messages. His own messages. From professional distance to snarky remarks to something more. Something personal, something warm, something foreign. Poe sighed.

"Alright. Did you... Went through our messages?"

"Half of it. Enough to know that they are authentic. Enough to know that you didn't tell me whole truth." Pilot sat down slowly.

"Yeah. I... I guess i did not. Listen I...I was scared and..."

"What was between us?" Poe took a deep breath and covered his face with hands.

"Something." He mumbled.

"Kriff that. Just tell me! I have enough of unknowns in my mind."

"Alright alright.... We... first you sent us the file. Through this other informant... And he was killed, so we met personally to avoid tracking because you know how they...

"You are babbling Dameron..."

"No no. I have a point. It was in... Some kind of hotel. Motel whatever and we... We talked and we... We kissed and... We got a room and ..."

" Enough." Poe fell silent hugging his legs to the chest. Hux was silent for a long time. "Once?"

"No." He whispered. " No. We had met at least five and every time... And through messages."

"I... I will read rest of them." Hux ended the connection throwing comm on the bed and covering his face. Poe took a deep breath trying to stop tears.

"It's... Fine buddy. I am fine" he looked at BB8. " no... I am not going to sleep. I will wait. I will wait." He whispered and took a deep breath "he needs time. And i can give him time..all time he needs." He laid down. Hux commed three ours later. Poe took a deep breath. "Hey... Hey Armiatge" he whispered. His voice was shaking. Silence "Please say something. Anything."

" I don't remember any of this Dameron."

It was painful. The worst type of pain he ever felt.

"And there is no chance i will get back this memories." Poe covered his mouth. He knew that of course. Since he was told about reconditioning. He knew that there is no hope for that. But it was still hard. "I... Don't even know if i am the same person you fell in love with."

Poe prepared himself for the next hit. You can take it. You will be fine. You have friends, and father. Maybe you will visit him and...

Hux took a deep breath. His mind desperately trying to work. Being in a rebel camp as a FO General was far from perfect. Although they did not show any signes of violence or bad intentions towards him. And Dameron. Clearly despread. Clearly shaken. In love... With him?

And then there were things that Hux didn't want to acknowledge. The fear. The loneliness. It was crushing him. That uneasy feeling of not knowing witch thoughts are his or is any of them truly belongs to him. Memories or lies. Decisions or orders. And overwhelming hopelessness.

"Armitage?" Poe whispered.

"I...I think i would like you to come here.?" Please. I am scared. Its cold. Its dark. Please. I don't want to be alone. "That is if you are willing to... I will understand if... "

"No! I mean... I mean Yes! I want to! I ... Kriff... Five minutes." He disconnected before Hux could say something. He dressed up quickly and run as fast as if his x-wing was in flames. He rushed to the cells waking up the guards and started typing code to the barrier.

"G..general Dameron?"

"What's the code?"

"I... I don't think i should."

"What's that pffasking code!?"

Guard quickly unlocked the barrier. Poe went inside and sat down next to Hux on the bed. His eyes were red, his skin pale. He took a drag form cigarette, his hand was shaking. And Poe was speechless.

"I... " Love you. Adore you. Can't live without you. Want to kiss you. Want to hold you. "Armitage" he whispered instead.

"I never liked that name you know. People always said it like an insult. But... Well it doesn't sound too bad when you say it"

"Can I... Can i hug you?" Hux tilted his head back slightly.

"Already want to get your hands all over me? Take me to dinner first I am not that easy." He forced a little smile. Poe snorted softly.

"I will be appropriate i promise." Hux nodded slowly and Dameron pulled him closer and hugged him. Hux's lips trembled and he swallowed tears. It felt familiar and in the same time so new. And distant. He leaned into his touch. "Kriff you are so thin."

"Thinner than you remember?"

"Yeah" Poe swallowed "Yes. Pffasking hell i want to kill everybody who did this to you."

"They are most probably dead." He took another drag from a cigarette and put it out.

"Do you need something?" Poe asked silently " i will get you out of this cell as soon as possible. But we are a little overcrowded right now... "

"I don't mind. I would appreciate walk though. I can't remember the last time i was on a fresh air." He smiled bitterly. He didn't remember lots of things.

"No problem. I... Would you like to go on a date with me?" Hux snorted.

"Date?"

"Yeah. Like you know, a walk, dinner maybe. Maybe i can show off a little." he winked" My x-wing or... Whatever. And we will talk and... "

"That's what you want to do with me. Show me your x-wing?" Hux grinned.

"I... Oh my ... Stop that now. I am proposing a sweet innocent date."

"Please Dameron. I may be not in my best and have holes in memory but i am smart... You don't want to go for a walk or eat a dinner or... "

"I do." Poe smiled "I do. I... Alright we were quite involved, and we were writing a lot about that. But it was a war. And... I never knew if i will see you again. And we actually had one very sweet date with walk and dinner. And lots of talking. Armitage...i know what you think. Yes? I know you and your wicked cogs in your mind. It's not an exchange, you are safe here, it's not about protection. No way. I. Love. You. Even if you don't remember it i do. And i want to do it all again. And... I know that you are not the same person and if you will decide to leave i will respect that. So Yes. I want to take you to a sweet date if you would like to. I want to get to know you, introduce you to my father. I want to call you my boyfriend, marry you one day and die knowing that i did everything to make you safe and happy."

"I am... confused." Hux whispered fixing his eyes on the ground. And he was. Confused and tired.

"I know. I know. I... Can i touch your hair?" Hux snorted and laughed trying not to cry.

"Why... Why do you even ask?" He shook his head. Because i don't want to make any mistakes. Because i don't want you to be scared. Nor mad. Because i kissed you once without permission and you got scared. It was wrong. I should have ask.

"Because i care."

Hux snorted.

"You can't." Poe nodded shortly still holding him. "You... Are not going to?"

"You said no"

"I suppose i did. " Huxe smiled amused looking at him. "Dameron..."

"Yes?"

"I would want that. Date that is. The rest of it... Ah i am not the best in whole meeting fathers and marrying procedure... "

Poe smiled.

"Yeah. Let's start with a date." Hux nodded and closed his eyes. "Hey... You should rest. You look bad. Sleep?" Hux nodded again. " Lay down."

"Will you... Stay?"

"If you want me to i will."

"I..."

"It's alright. If you want to stay alone. Just. Have a comm close if you will need anything. And i mean... Anything...a... A tea, a hug, a..."

"A Star Destoryer?" he frowned glancing at him.

"Well....Maybe not that. Nothing deadly alright?" Redhead snorted.

" I want... You can... Stay with me. I would want that. I think." There was something reassuring about pilot's presence that held him together. He had that unpleasant feeling that he will fell apart if pilot disapear. And he was not ready for that. So he just pulled out another useless smile.

"Sure" Poe said looking at him as if he could truly see him. Hux sighed. Did he knew him that well? " Do you want a bedtime story?" Hux blinked surprised" I am serious. I know the best ones" Armitage snorted and shook his head.

"Go on. Entertain me." Poe told him his favourite. The one that he always told him through the comm when they could talk and Hux couldn't sleep.

And Hux couldn't escape the feeling that he lost something. Irrevocably. Irreversibly. And forever.

But when he felt Poe holding him closely he thought that maybe he gained more than he lost.

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