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Cry For Me | George Weasley x Reader

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Chapter 12 - Cry For Me

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Warnings: Angst

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One tear is all it takes.

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Finally, the most awaited night commences—The Yule Ball.

There stood George Weasley beside his twin, Fred, both in their lavishing set of suits as they waited for their dates, the set of best friends Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet. Fred could feel the sweat in his palms as he anticipated Angelina. He was, after all, dating the girl, but this event was their first official date. He fancied the girl too much to make a fool of himself today. Today had to be perfect.

George, on the other hand, didn’t really think too much about the ball. A fortnight has passed since he came down to the Slytherin dungeons, attempting to talk to his Slytherin in hopes of clearing the air between them again. But to no avail; there were no signs of the girl, even as the days have passed. And so, George halted his hope, assuming that he would eventually hear of the girl’s return when she did, as she was often the talk of the castle after all.

Every head in the hall suddenly turned towards the entrance. The gents’ eyes shone in awe at the sight, the ladies’ heads enveloped with mesmerization, some with jealousy, as the Slytherin queen entered the hall.

Effortlessly beautiful, Y/N Icestone shines brighter than all the stars in the sky combined.

She descends the staircase like the royalty she is. A stunning white corset with hints of tiny diamonds all over and a puff in each sleeve embraces her frame perfectly like a doll, paired with her long bouffant skirt that falls off her legs. And on top of her head was a tiara. The one that labeled her as the next Lady Malfoy.

George didn’t expect the Slytherin to show up today, especially at the Yule Ball, a gathering of all sorts. He knew that the girl wasn’t fond of gatherings like this. But how come today was an exception?

The boy raised his brows in shock, jaw slightly dropping at the sight of the beautiful girl. The ginger was frozen in his spot as if an ice queen had tortured him there.

But it’s true.

The ginger was being tortured by his own ice queen, and he couldn’t help but feel the acid in his stomach go up as he spotted the Slytherin queen accepting the offering hand of the very own Slytherin prince.

Y/N moved through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room. As she passed by George, she noticed him staring—she noticed how he seemed to be lost in thought, caught up in whatever was running through his mind.

For a moment, she considered stopping, acknowledging him. But she chose not to.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she kept walking, the faintest trace of a smile playing on her lips, but it was one of amusement—perhaps even a little pity—for the ginger boy who couldn’t seem to look away despite having a date of his own.

As Y/N walked past him, George couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment that washed over him. He had been staring, sure, but she had noticed—and she hadn’t even spared him a second glance. It stung more than he wanted to admit.

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The Great Hall was quite impressive. Floating candles cast a gentle golden glow around the area as magical snowflakes floated lazily above the pupils' heads. The Weird Sisters' music filled the air, mixed with laughing and the odd clinking of glasses as students from all four Hogwarts Houses, together with Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students, danced and mingled together.

George Weasley stood by the edge of the dance floor, his eyes fixated on Y/N Icestone, like everyone else, who was caught in conversation with her friends.

He couldn’t help himself—he had been watching her all evening, unable to look away from the way her gown caught the light, the way her small smile seemed to draw all the warmth in the room toward her.

Y/N Icestone had been the star of the evening, her presence magnetic. She had already shared a dance with Draco Malfoy, who had smirked his way through their waltz, clearly enjoying the attention it garnered.

George Weasley leaned against a pillar near the dance floor, his jaw tight as he watched.

"Are you going to stand there sulking all night, or are you going to do something about it?" Fred teased as he approached, clearly aware of George’s dilemma.

George grumbled something incoherent, but Fred's teasing shove sent him stumbling forward.

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As Y/N and Draco approached the drinks table, George ambled over, still trying to get a sense of what exactly he should do with himself.

He was never one to back down from a challenge, and if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was disrupt a Slytherin’s evening.

Draco was the first to spot him, of course.

"Weasley," Draco sneered, his usual disdain evident as he ran a hand through his platinum-blonde hair. "Enjoying the festivities?"

George flashed a grin, his usual carefree attitude in full force. "Enjoying it? You could say I’m thrilled, Malfoy." He raised his glass in mock toast.

"And you? I see you're here with the stunning Y/N Icestone." He threw a playful wink in Y/N’s direction, knowing exactly what kind of reaction he was going to get from Draco.

The Icestone heir, however, raised an eyebrow, unamused by the jab. She didn’t want to be rattled, especially by George Weasley. She simply took a sip of her drink, her expression unreadable. "If you're finished with the jokes, Weasley," she said coolly, her voice smooth, "maybe you could go back to your friends and leave us to our evening."

George's grin widened. "Oh, I don’t think so, Icestone. I’m just getting started. After all, who could resist a chance to witness Malfoy’s dazzling dance moves?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Don’t push it, Weasley," he growled, stepping a little closer. "You really think I’m going to let you ruin this evening? Maybe you should take your mischievous little act elsewhere."

Y/N shot Draco a quick glance, and then, to George’s surprise, she spoke with a certain calmness as if trying to keep the peace. "Draco, relax. He's just trying to get a rise out of you."

"Yeah," George chimed in, still grinning. "Just having a little fun. You know, like I always do." He looked at Y/N again, his tone slightly teasing. "I didn’t think you were into the whole Malfoy vibe, Icestone. I thought you liked someone with a little more... charm."

The girl’s lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile. "And I suppose you're the picture of charm, Weasley?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused by his boldness. "Maybe I like someone who doesn’t try so hard."

George's eyes gleamed. "Ouch," he said dramatically. "You wound me, Icestone. But seriously, Malfoy?"

Draco’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, but Y/N, once again, stepped in between them. "Enough, both of you," she said, her voice sharper this time. "It’s Christmas, for Merlin’s sake. Don’t you think you’ve caused enough trouble for one night?"

George’s grin faltered slightly. "Alright, alright," he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "I was just having a laugh."

The girl turned to Draco, her voice softening. "Come on, Draco. Let's just enjoy the rest of the night."

Draco shot one last glare at George, then reluctantly nodded. "Fine, fine. But if he does anything else to ruin this night, I will hex him into next week."

The girl shot him a look. "Not tonight, Draco. Enjoy yourself."

“I’m getting myself a drink.” declared Draco as he left Y/N’s side.

Turning to face the Gryffindor, the Slytherin suddenly became cold in demeanor, eyes shooting daggers toward the ginger. “What are you doing, Weasley?” she demanded, crossing her arms.

George frowned, crossing his arms above his chest as he looked at the Slytherin. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Care to explain?” He asked, earning an eye roll from Y/N.

“I have nothing to say to you, Weasley. Leave me alone.” She seethed, clearly angry at the ginger.

George sighed. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry for last time. If you could just let me explain-”

“No, George. It’s over. I don’t want to hear it.” hissed the Icestone heir.

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The festivities continued at the Great Hall, where most of the students present had either been dancing the night away or consuming more alcohol than they could handle. The air was alive with the sound of laughter, clinking goblets, and the faint hum of holiday magic.

George remained seated at the shared table among Gryffindors in his same year. Due to George's foul mood, his date, Alicia, has been long gone. They didn’t even dance nor hardly spoke to each other tonight. George’s attention was on something else. Someone else. And Alicia decided to just enjoy the night without him.

After some time, George is joined by Harry and Ron, who are unhappy with their dates and the ball in general.

“You guys look like you’re having the time of your lives,” said Fred as he approached the table, coming from his dance with Angelina.

George rolled his eyes at his twin while the younger Gryffindors groaned.

“Look at her! She didn’t even tell me that Viktor bloody Krum asked her to the ball!” complained Ron.

George’s eyes trailed towards Hermione Granger, who grinningly stepped away from Durmstrang’s champion and approached a table to sit herself down.

“You’ve been eyeing her all night, dear brother. Why not go and ask her to dance?” George encouraged Ron as he patted his younger brother’s back.

“I would, but only if you ask Y/N Icestone to dance.” Ron challenged.

George rolled his eyes, his face flushing with embarrassment. “I can’t just walk up to her like that. She literally ignored me earlier. I’ve probably already made a fool of myself.”

“Either ask her to dance or I will.” Fred’s grin was all a challenge.

George straightened, a flicker of determination crossing his face. “Like you’d stand a chance.”

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“Viktor Krum, huh.” Y/N began, sitting beside the wise Gryffindor, a star on her own.

“Y/N. You look beautiful.” Hermione complimented, causing Y/N to express a shy smile.

“Me? Well, look at you! You’re gorgeous! If I were a boy, I’d offer you a hand and bring you to the dance floor myself.” The Slytherin stated, making the girl in a purple gown laugh.

“Drink?” Hermione offered; the Slytherin girl accepted the goblet and took a sip, aiming to quench her thirst from mingling with other people.

Everything was quiet until she felt a slight tap on her shoulder, making her look at the intruder.

“Dance with me?”

The Slytherin narrowed her eyes towards the ginger, face showing no emotion but her head full of questions as to why her enemy turned friend turned lover turned friend turned enemy again was offering her a dance.

She feigned a cough, rolling her eyes before answering, “You must be out of your mind, Weasley.”

Unfortunately for Icestone, the ginger was unfazed by her indirect rejection, not retrieving his offering hand towards the Slytherin. “You didn’t even answer my question.”

Y/N scoffed. “With you? Absolutely not.”

With the Gryffindor finally retrieving his hand and abruptly placing it into his pocket, he questioned, “Why not?”

Once again, the girl scoffed, ascending from her seat before crossing her arms around her chest. “I think you know very well as to why.” She began. “I despise you, everything you are!”

The boy smirked. “Liar.”

“That makes the two of us.” The girl snapped as she fixed her lovely gown and snaked her hand to the arm of the Gryffindor ginger.

The couple made their way towards the side of the dance floor, clearly not wanting to be the center of attention because, for sure, they’d be the gossip of the whole school. To be really honest, they’d still be the gossip of the entire school just by deciding to dance with each other, in the center of the dance floor or merely at the sides. The tale of two ex-lovers from rivaling houses reunited publicly as they ditch their dates and dance the night away. Lovely headline, don’t you think?

George carefully placed his right hand at the waist of the Slytherin girl, his touch feather-like as if the girl was made out of fine china. Delicate. His warm hand clutched the opposite hand of the girl, holding it gently as it perfectly fits his own as if it was destined to be for him.

Meanwhile, the girl partially had her attention on the floor, watching her golden shoes, careful not to trip on her gown. Somehow, all her confidence from earlier was discombobulated.

Her legs were wobbly, and her stomach dropped as her veins felt like it was flowing with electricity as soon as she felt his skin against hers. Abruptly placing her left hand on the shoulder of the tall ginger, she glanced at the boy before her, only to find that the Gryffindor had already been staring at her.

The halls were filled with majestical music sounds from bewitched classical instruments. The piano conveys simple elegance as it contrasts the dominant sound of different strings.

The couple danced through the tunes with the steps they practiced in that one session with McGonagall and Snape. The boy led the girl as he twirled her around, making her feel like she was flying through the sky.

Y/N Icestone could not deny the adrenaline, serotonin, and dopamine spike as she swayed with the Gryffindor. He was the best among the men she had danced through the night. Mainly because she felt her fragile heart leaping with joy.

As the music swirled around them, the two of them fell into a comfortable rhythm, moving together with surprising ease. There was a spark between them, a little playful energy that made the dance feel more like a conversation than a formal waltz.

The first tune played by. Then, the second and the third. Then, the fourth and the fifth. As the magical night progressed, a lot has changed. The pairs in the middle of the dance floor have rotated, some retrieving to their seats to breathe while some deciding to finally let their body move to the beat. One thing hasn’t changed, though.

The couple was still glued together.

Even after the countless dance pieces the couple shared, George’s eyes did not leave the doll-like face of the Slytherin queen. He was studying, examining, and memorizing every inch and corner of her beautifully structured face.

Meanwhile, Y/N’s eyes purposely avoided the ginger’s because she thought that if she reciprocated the look the boy had been sending her since she entered the hall, he would be able to see right into her soul. He would be able to unlock and free what Y/N Icestone had been burying deep inside her for weeks. He would be able to find out how she still loves him and how he’s still the one she’s after all these weeks, despite their heartbreaking encounter at the astronomy tower.

Finding the next interesting thing besides the boy she’s dancing with, she can’t help but direct her eyes towards the Gryffindor girl she’d known to be Alicia Spinnet. That’s precisely when reality hit her.

Reality hit her like a thousand bricks being thrown at her. It hit her like the unwanted cold from the dryness of winter. It hit her like the pouring rain where she had no means of cover. It hit her like a sword piercing through her heart, and she had no shield to defend herself from it.

Y/N Icestone’s heart sank. This moment with George was the happiest moment she had ever had in all her years attending the wizarding school combined, but she didn’t know if it would ever happen again. She didn’t even know if she would still be able to talk to the boy or even see the boy after this night.

Turning her attention away from the date of the boy she was dancing with, her eyes landed on the familiar blonde, who was now talking to Pansy Parkinson. She frowned.

George's hand slid lower on the Slytherin’s hips, causing the girl to finally direct her attention towards him, narrowing her eyes at the ginger. The Gryffindor plastered a wide grin, making the girl’s heart skip a beat.

A few moments later, Y/N became conscious of how she looked under the tall boy, so she looked up at him and raised a brow.

“Did your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare? You’ve been giving me the same look ever since I entered the hall.” She spoke, breaking the long silence in their cloud.

George smirked. “So you noticed how I couldn’t take my eyes off you but didn’t do anything about it.”

The girl scoffed. “I don’t reckon I must do something about it, Weasley. It’s not my fault.”

The Gryffindor softly chuckled, shaking his head. “But it's partially your fault. I can’t just help but admire your face, Icestone.”

“And why is that?” Icestone pinned.

“It looks so disgusted,” George pointed out, “Cheer up, will you? Or else people will think you’re having a bad night because of me.”

The Slytherin furrowed her brows. “Well, that’s because I’m dancing with you.” She uttered.

George’s smirk grew wider. “You’re so obsessed with me. You love to hate me.” He teased.

Y/N raised a brow towards the ginger. “Tell me, what makes you different, Weasley? I mean, I was not the one who came striding down the hall to ask me for a dance.”

George was about to answer until he said,

“Ow!” George winced. “You stepped on my bloody shoe!”

The girl’s face turned crimson, slightly embarrassed. “That’s because you’re not giving me enough space!” She pulled back slightly, looking utterly mortified.

George held onto her tighter, his grin easing the tension. “Well, you know what they say, Icestone. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.”

Y/N groaned at the boy.

The dance had been unexpected, even for George, but something about Y/N’s steady confidence—her challenge—had kept him from backing out. The banter, the little teasing moments… it was all part of something that felt less about formality and more about enjoying the moment.

As the song shifted into a slower, softer tune, George found himself looking at the Slytherin again, studying her. Though perfectly styled, her hair had started to soften around her face with movement, and her expression was still that perfect blend of calm and sharp intelligence. But now, there was a faint flush on her cheeks—a hint of something unguarded as they both relaxed after their whirlwind dance.

The girl noticed his gaze and smirked, raising an eyebrow. "What is it, Weasley?"

George laughed, trying to think of a quick retort, but there was something in the way Y/N Icestone looked at him—half-amused, half-curious—that made him pause for a second.

“One more dance?” He asked.

The Icestone heir rolled her eyes. “One last dance.”

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The music shifted again, this time moving into a slower, almost romantic melody. As the couple moved back onto the floor, George found himself not just trying to impress the Icestone heir but genuinely enjoying how they moved together—still not a perfect waltz, but a natural rhythm. The room around them faded, and it was just the two of them, swaying to the music, each step in sync, each turn smooth.

"How are you so good at this?" Y/N’s voice, soft and low, broke the silence between them.

George tilted his head, a little surprised by the question. "Dancing? Me?" he asked, half-laughing. "I just follow the music. The same way I follow the jokes."

The girl’s gaze softened as she looked at him. George thought he saw a glimmer of something different in her eyes for a split second—a softness that wasn’t there before. But just as quickly, she blinked, and it was gone, her expression settling back into its usual composed form.

As the music drew to a close, George and Y/N slowly came to a stop, still standing in the center of the floor as they continued to hold each other.

“Let go of my hand.” The Slytherin whispered.

“Then let go of mine.” The ginger challenged.

Still not moving from their position, the girl huffed, rolling her eyes. “Get your hand off my waist, Weasley.” She demanded.

George grinned. “YOU get your hand off my shoulder, Icestone.”

The girl shook her head at the ginger’s antics. “You’re a nightmare.”

George chuckled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice just enough that only Y/N could hear. “Ouch. I’m not your dream?”

For a moment, Y/N looked surprised by the sudden closeness of the boy, her expression softening. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the usual confident mask. “You’re just everything I love fearing, Weasley. You’re everything I need, and it’s so dumb.”

George tilted his head, a little surprised by the response. “What are we?” He asked.

“We?” The Slytherin furrowed her brows. “There’s no we.”

George felt the weight of her words. “Yes, there was. And there is now and even tomorrow. What are we?”

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, then broke the silence with a sigh, her voice almost softer than usual. “We’re not who we used to be.”

George shook his head. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”

Y/N pushed past him as she headed towards the refreshment table. “Weasley, we’re toxic. Right from the start. Right until the end.”

Quickly following her, George answered, “It doesn’t have to be that way.”

The girl rolled her eyes at the boy’s statement. “As I told you earlier, George, it’s over between us.”

As Y/N stood by the refreshment table, she reached for a glass of firewhisky, quickly chugging down the drink. The girl turned to face the ginger with an unamused look on her face.

“Why did you even ask me to dance, George? Were you plotting how to stay in my head?” She asked.

George crossed his arms, smirking. “Did it work?”

The girl groaned. “Stay away from me, Weasley.” She cautioned, her nerves starting to get fired up.

“I can’t,” George replied.

“Yes,” She hissed. “Yes, you can.”

George frowned as he shook his head. “No. I can’t.”

Y/N sighed. “Why not then?”

“I…I can’t explain it,” murmured George, looking down at the floor.

The girl sighed once again. “You’ll only be a heartbreak for me, George Weasley.” She whispered.

“No.” George stammered.

“We had only and nothing but time, Weasley. But some things just change overnight. You’re not the same as before. We had our good days, but we just fucked it up. So, this is goodbye, Weasley.” Y/N blurted.

The ginger looked up at the girl, brows raised in shock. “Don’t tell me you’re still planning on marrying bloody Draco Malfoy.” He grumbled.

The Icestone heir rolled her eyes at the ginger. “Then I won’t.”

“What do you think you’re doing Icestone?! Are you mad?! You don’t belong to Malfoy!” George bellowed as he grabbed both Y/N’s arms.

Y/N gritted her teeth as she forced her hand away from the grip of the fuming Weasley. “I belong to nobody, George. Not to Malfoy and not to you. I own myself and no one else. Hope that doesn’t bother you. Now, mind your own business and leave me be.”

“But it does!” The Gryffindor grumbled, his hands running down his hair in distress.

“It does bother me. It bothers me so much I can’t sleep at night, I can’t eat properly, and I, bloody hell, can not go a day without thinking of you beside me and in my arms, where you belong. I fancy you, Y/N Icestone. I want you. I need you. I really do.” He continued.

The Slytherin shook her head. “I don’t believe you, George.”

“But it's true --”

“No, you don’t, George!” Y/N bellowed. “You just want the thought of me. Not me. You’re in love with the fact that despite you trashing my heart like a piece of rubbish, I still chase for you. You’re in love with the fact that there’s someone like me who’s still after you. So no, I don’t believe you, George!”

“Then how can I make you?” He pleaded.

“Even if you try, then how can I? After everything you have done to me, you can’t just possibly believe that I would trust you after everything you put me through. I’m sick of you, George. So, so sick of you!” The girl cried.

“But-”

“Save it, Weasley! You had your chance and you blew it away. We’re done, George. For good this time.” She snapped.

“Forgiveness!” George blurted out.

“What?” Y/N asked, slightly taken aback.

George took hold of the girl’s hands again, gently squeezing hers as he said, “If you can’t trust me, then at least forgive me. I beg you to forgive me, Icestone. For everything.”

Y/N shook her head. “It’s not that easy --”

George nodded. “You can curse me. Curse me as much as you want, Icestone. Curse me until your hatred turns into anger. As long as you let everything out, we can return to how we used to.” He pleaded.

“...”

“Merlin! Anything! Just tell me what I should do so you can forgive me. I would do anything. For your forgiveness.” The Gryffindor murmured, desperation in his eyes as he stared at Y/N’s cold ones.

After a few moments of silence, the Slytherin finally answered,

“Cry for me.” She demanded.

“What?”

“Cry for me.” She repeated. “I want you to cry for me. Just like I cried, even if it's just pretend, cry for me.”

With that, she turned and gracefully walked away, leaving George standing there alone and confused.

End of Chapter 12

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Author’s note: Fun fact: This is my favorite chapter of my Cry For Me series because this is the first chapter that I have ever written. Yup, I wrote this before I developed the other chapters. Ready for the last chapter? x Daisy

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dinrelsanddragons · 7 months ago

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Fire Emblem: Awakening Muse Verses

In alphabetical order by muse name.

Notes:

Requires some knowledge of Shadow Dragon and Mystery of the Emblem, cause that's ancient history of Ylisse's world.

Class sets ignore gender limitations.

New classes include Light Mage (Lambda only, promotes to Light Sage), Foreseer (Shanz only, promotes to Dark Flier or Falcon Knight), Soldier (promotes to Halberdier or General).

More manakete variety means more dragonstones: Divinestone (Lambda, Nah, Nowi, and Tiki only), Earthstone (Divine dragons + Armok only), Firestone (Divine dragons + Lita, Vair, and Wulf only), Icestone (Divine dragons + Taunch only), Magestone (Divine dragons + Lita and Wulf only), Wyvernstone (Divine dragons only because no actual wyverns).

Armok The weirdest example of a Manakete: An Earth dragon who did choose to seal away his true form into a dragonstone, but unlike Medeus, he disappeared during the War of Shadows and has been quietly traveling, up until Tiki took up residence in the Mila Tree, and Armok has decided to hang out and protect her so she’s not lonely. Manakete class, can reclass to Knight and Cavalier.

Bryn A member of Emmeryn’s guard. Warrior class. Was captured with the pegasus knights, and demands vengeance on Gangrel after Emmeryn’s sacrifice. Cannot be recruited until the beginning of the Valm arc. Warrior class, can reclass to Wyvern Rider and Barbarian.

Erdan A swordmaster of Chon’sin, one of Yen’fay’s guard. Knows the pressure Yen’fay is under to protect his sister Say’ri, and is sworn to silence– until he decides that perhaps he can seek aid from someone who has faked his death: Basilio. Knows Basilio is alive thanks to his husband, a mage (of sorts) named Naal. Swordmaster class, can reclass to Archer and Thief.

Gateni A sage from Plegia who defected to Ylisse a long time ago, following an incident where she burned her commanding officer alive rather than murder civilians, and sought asylum in Ylisse. Sage class, can reclass to Dark Mage and Troubadour.

Gwyn A former spy for the Ylissean crown, was a highly skilled agent during the previous king’s war. Regrets some of the things she did, but at least the halidom’s royal family is safe. Trickster class, can reclass to Troubadour and Pegasus Knight.

Halcyon A vulpine Taguel of Plegia who has taken to the seas with a crew of like-minded pirates. Likes to fuck with the Valmese when they invade, and joins the Ylissean forces in the interest of maintaining her freedom and taking Walhart down a peg. Taguel class, can reclass to Barbarian and Wyvern Rider.

Hubert Delphine Langlois’s grandson, heir to her studies and journals. Knows of the future of despair but is sworn to silence until such time comes that he can start acting to prevent it. Tactician class. (He does swords and tomes, which says Dark Knight, but he's not mounted. So Tactician.) Can reclass to Mage and Myrmidon.

Isaac A knight of Valm who was stationed at the Mila Tree to watch over the divine dragon Tiki and keep her imprisoned there; a certain Flame Dragon manakete (Lita) came by and… changed his mind, partially by kicking his ass. Defects to Say’ri’s resistance, and joins the Ylisseans with her. Paladin class, can reclass to Archer and Knight.

Lambda A young divine dragon. Hides her dragonstone to protect herself and the Blackscale rogues who took her in when she was a baby. Recruited when Validar first attempts to assassinate Emmeryn and Chrom; the Blackscales go to interfere in this and Raithyon tells Lambda to go help the Ylisseans however she can. Light Mage class, can reclass to Manakete and Cleric.

Leonard A knight of Ylisse, one of Emmeryn’s guard. Captured along with her pegasus knights when Ylisstol falls; not recruited until the start of the Valm arc. Hero class, can reclass to Archer and Cavalier.

Link A member of the Shepherds. Joined at the suggestion of his father, captain of Emmeryn’s ground guard, to hone his battle skills. Mercenary class, can reclass to Archer and Cavalier.

Lita A fire dragon from the long fallen Dolhr, who travels the world with her younger brother, Wulf, a mage dragon. Kicked the ass of a Valmese knight named Isaac who was stationed at the Mila Tree when Lita wanted to speak with Tiki, and is recruited during the Valm arc when she challenges Yen’fay for apparently betraying his sister. Manakete class, can reclass to Myrmidon and Archer.

Thorn A knight of Valm who, like Isaac, defects because of Lita. Has some feline Taguel blood in him, though he does his best to conceal it. Halberdier class (yea, we're borrowing from Tellius, deal with it). Can reclass to Taguel and Wyvern Rider.

Raithyon Leader of a band of rogues called the Blackscales, blah blah. In chapter six, when Validar attempts to assassinate Emmeryn and Chrom, the Blackscales catch wind of the assassination ahead of time, and march in to prevent this by following Validar’s forces in and striking them from behind. Raithyon challenges Validar himself while he tells Reownha and Lambda to go aid the Ylissean Prince however they can. Assassin class, can reclass to Barbarian and Wyvern Rider.

Raven Captain of Emmeryn’s ground guard, and manages to escape capture when she and her pegasus knights are defeated by Gangrel and dragged to Plegia. Raven is too injured to fight for some time, but he does join at the start of the Valm arc as a Swordmaster class. Can reclass to Archer and Cavalier.

Reownha Daughter of Raithyon Blackscale, sent in with Lambda to assist the Ylisseans in protecting Emmeryn from Validar’s assassination attempt. Reownha figures this is a great foot in the door to getting a paycheck from the Exalted family. Thief class, can reclass to Wyvern Rider and Dark Mage.

Rhoam A lord and warrior from the Valmese continent who surrendered to Walhart rather than fight overtly– and has quietly prepared his own resistance and sent aid to Say’ri. Joins in the Valm Arc during the Valm Castle approach. Warrior class, can reclass to Knight and Mercenary.

Sandalio A member of Emmeryn’s ground guard, captured along with her pegasus knights. Unable to fight until the Valm arc, wherein he joins as a paladin. Can reclass to Archer and Knight.

Shanz A man who knows of the future of despair and seeks to prevent it, by befriending the Shepherds and telling Chrom what’s up. Foreseer class (lance/magic), promotes to Dark Flier. Can reclass to Thief and Mage.

Taunch A half-manakete (ice dragon) who seeks to protect Tiki, and to this end, he resides with her in the Mila Tree. He does not attempt to resist the Valmese who hold her there, but has faith that Tiki will be liberated. Manakete class, can reclass to Mercenary and Wyvern Rider.

Vair A fire dragon who was born to Gildas and Lavena of Dolhr, who in those days defected to the Archanean League to fight with Marth’s father, and were slain. Vair resides in Valm, keeping tabs on Walhart by posing as one of his top commanders, and subtly sabotaging the Conquerer’s work. Joins as a Warrior class, can reclass to Manakete and Mercenary.

Valanthe A divine dragon manakete born shortly before the fall of Dolhr, and Lambda's older sister. Although she conceals her dragonstone, she is still very powerful in that draconic form. Makes her way as a thief or assassin for hire. In her desperate need for funds, she knows ethics are a luxury she can't afford. Assassin class (base Thief), can reclass to Manakete and Mage.

Wulf A manakete (mage dragon) who was born shortly before the fall of Dolhr, and has been guarded jealously by his sister Lita since. For appearances, he is simply a young man who has great talent with healing– leading him to be classed as a Cleric, though he can reclass to Manakete and Troubadour.

Wynne A member of Emmeryn’s ground guard. Captured along with her pegasus knights, joins at the start of the Valm arc. Monk class (She normally does spears, but can do axes... w/e). Can reclass to Troubadour and Pegasus Knight.

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