#reverse enchancia

[reverseenchancia]

Headcanons

- Cedric insisted on being hands-on with Vivian from the very beginning, determined to be a better father than his own had been.

- The nursery in Cedric's tower has a special area set up for Vivian's baths, complete with magical protections to ensure the water stays at the perfect temperature.

- Cedric created a special, gentle soap for Vivian using his knowledge of potions and herbology.

- After the bath, Cedric always sings a lullaby to Vivian that his mother used to sing to him as a child.

[majoresca]

Headcanon: The reason there are sorcerers in the royal courts of the Ever Realm.

Why does the role of royal sorcerer exist in the first place?

One of the main reasons is linked to what happened in Sleeping Beauty's kingdom.

When princess Aurora was cursed by Maleficent, the king and queen were lucky to have invited the trio of fairies. Because of them, they could cast a counterspell, which rewrote the terms of the curse and gave the chance that saved the princess's life.

Therefore, the kingdoms saw the importance of having magic users as members of their royal courts. So that they could protect the royal family and their respective kingdoms from threats inside and outside the world of magic.

Shitpost ahead

In simpler terms, the work of the royal sorcerer is the same as a reverse Uno card:

Sofia's Enemy – I cursed the entire royal family of Enchancia! Especially you, Princess Sofia!

( Cedric appears out of nowhere.)

Cedric – No, you!

Sofia's enemy – Aaaah!

(The enemy disintegrates in the distance.)

[dunetevenn]

Remember this AU idea I mentionned at the beggining of the month?

I wanted to illustrate it but idk how to so instead I'm just gonna describe it:

I really liked the idea of the reverse selfship, where you/your selfinsert is a fictional character that your fictional beloved falls in love with.

In this AU, Cedric discover a book and it ends up being his comfort story. It's an adventure story, nothing revolutionnary but still enjoyable. Sofia probably introduced it to him.

Swann is a side character from the book, sidekick of the main charcter. Cedric ends up attached to Swann, daydreaming about him, falling in love, Swann is now Cedric's fictional other.

One day, during an experiment, he accidentally spills a potion on the book. He tried to save it and luckly succeed. But, during the night, the potion magically transported Swann in Enchancia.

Imagine waking up one day and meeting your F/O? That's what happened to Cedric in this AU

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Wow! @ushsblog !That was amazing! I agree with everything you said, it was a great analysis, using such subtle details!

1. If Cedric really was a magical prodigy, and Goodwin was counting on him to take his place as royal sorcerer, the embarrassment at the sorcerers' ball would be even greater! The other sorcerers would comment on how wrong Goodwin was about his son's abilities, and that he would not be a worthy heir to his place in charge of protecting the royal family.

( Which could explain why Goodwin was unable to reverse Cedric's spells. Because his son had reached such an advanced level, that not even the most powerful royal sorcerer of the time could manage to find a counterspell.)

2. Both Goodwin and Winifred, in addition to serving the crown, would have to ensure that the heirs to their respective positions were worthy of assuming it. Which would not only generate social pressure on parents, but, also in the children as a consequence. And since they seem to have very different personal philosophies for raising their children , there would be a rift between siblings who followed the paths of their own parents.

3. If Goodwin he gave Cedric harsh scoldings, and Winifred calmed him down. I wonder what kind of thing Winifred did to Cordelia? Since Winifred seems like an ambitious person, she wanted more for her daughter? (Winifred seems like the "go above and beyond to get what you want" type.)

4. I think Winifred was perhaps a more absent mother in her daughter's life? Or that required her in aspects other than magic. Maybe maintaining appearance and composure within the royal court, suppressing Cordelia's jokes with her brother as being "too childish" for a young sorceress. If her appearance was no less than acceptable, which was affected by the sorcerers' ball accident, it would be difficult to maintain the family image.

( And the accident was on the scalp , Winifred shows her affection by running her hands through her children's hair. Imagine Cordelia not being able to receive this anymore because of her parents' shame of remembering what they couldn't fix , and having to be careful so the wig didn't fall off. )

For Cordelia there would be no more sleepovers, because someone might try to take her wig off while she sleep, neither swimming with her colleagues in the lake, nor doing anything that could make her wig fall off her head. And she even had to reveal the situation before getting married to her fiancé, which would have been very painful to think that he might leave her because of her appearance. Even more so, listening to gossip over her shoulder, about the embarrassment she went through and how it was all caused by her brother,who took on the role of royal sorcerer of Enchancia even after everything he did. ( That, and her daughter being inspired by her brother so much, that she asked to dye her hair like his, which was also a result of the accident.)

5. A debutante ball for sorcerers, yes! From Cordelia's perspective, her first impression to society was a fiasco, and that her brother could be lying when he said it was an accident. Since siblings usually have small disputes with each other, but in this case, it went too far. Not only did the most powerful royal sorcerer fail to reverse the damage done by her brother, but she would have to hide it with her wig. In order not to tarnish the family's reputation, by saying that Goodwin was unable to undo a spell made by his son, who was still a child.

Headcanons and Ideas that Episode “Through the Looking Back Glass” Left Me With

(Long post)

1. Wandless magic

First of all, every time I see the incident scene, I can't help but wonder about the magic without a wand. I mean the part where Child Cedric performs a spell with his bare hands, when he tries to fix Cordelia's hair.

That got me thinking because (and correct me if I'm wrong) I don't have seen another sorcerer or sorceress do magic only with their hands. My headcanon about this is that some wizards, with a long lineage of magic, can do some spells without a wand.

And, well, it makes sense to me knowing that Cedric came from a long line of wizards.

Anyway, I don't know if doing this kind of magic is somewhat advanced for a child. It caught my attention when Child Cordelia says: "But you can't cast a spell like that, Ceddy. You're too young".

And then, Cedric shows her he actually CAN do the spell. That, more than a headcanon, makes me wonder if Cedric was a prodigy in magic before losing his self-confidence due to the incident.

And it makes me a little sad thinking about whether Cedric could have had a brighter future if that incident had never happened.

2. Goodwyn being a terrible father

I always found it so unfair the way everyone treats Child Cedric when the smoke serum failed, and even more so, the way his parents let it happen. I know this doesn't even happen in the episode, but I think it's somewhat implicit that Goodwyn didn't defend or at least comfort Cedric. He doesn't even seem to forgive him for his "mistake."

I mean, if your son accidentally hurts his sister, I understand your anger at first. Maybe saying he shouldn't be playing with things he doesn't know or punishing him for his carelessness, perhaps. But eventually, you should tell him it's fine, that you know it wasn't his intention, right? I don't know, something like that, because despite everything, HE'S A CHILD.

Children make mistakes. Cedric's "mistake" was serious, of course. But I think that, as a father, anyone should not let it grow so much that it becomes social rejection. I don't know if I explain myself. But I mean that the way Goodwyn (and Winnifred) handled the matter was terrible.

This brings me to my idea: something was wrong in that family even before the incident. (Explained more in the later points)

Maybe not as bad as it sounds, but personally, I believe something was happening at least between Goodwyn and Cedric for Goodwyn to act like that. I could also say, my headcanon is that Goodwyn had all his hopes and expectations on Cedric. He was going to be his replacement, the new Royal sorcerer, even if he was a child.

I believe part of the way Goodwyn probably reacts and treats Cedric after the incident (I'm referring to all the scolding and interrupting him, as seen in the Mystic Meadows episode) comes from that idea of him disgracing his legacy. Sorry if it's a very basic idea, but this takes me to another point.

3. Goodwyn shit-talking about Cedric

So, similar to the part before, I think that even before the incident, Goodwyn was very hard on Cedric. For the reasons I explained before, I think Goodwyn put pressure on Cedric to get his spells right and that kind of thing. Because, surely even before everything, Cedric did not meet his expectations.

And one of the reasons I believe this is because of that part when Child Cordelia screams at Cedric during the incident: “This is all your fault.”

Because even if, at that moment, it definitely looked like it was his fault, why was Child Cordelia's first reaction to scream and blame Cedric? Because it's a learned habit.

From nothing more than Goodwyn. A child doesn’t learn alone; they imitate behaviors from their home and environment. He doesn't care to say it in front of Sofia (a girl who shouldn't be involved in it) in that buttercups episode, after all. That’s my headcanon here.

Cordelia saw the way her father scolded Cedric, and then, she learned to do it. The incident was only the trigger, so to speak.

It obviously got worse after the incident.

4. Winnifred and Cordelia Relationship

I know it was such a short scene and maybe the animators didn't want to make a young Winnifred model, but where the fuck was Winnifred during the incident? It's your daughter's big special entrance; shouldn't you be in the front row to see her?

That was just a thought I wanted to share, anyway…

This episode, and others about Cedric’s family, gave me the headcanon that just as Cedric had a bad relationship with his father, Cordelia had it with her mother.

Maybe not as bad as Cedric with Goodwyn, but something like that. Let me explain my thought. When Child Cordelia needs comfort, she doesn't look for her mother; she runs to her father. (Well, yeah, because Winnifred wasn't there, so we don't know if Cordelia could have gone to her instead.)

I think Cordelia and Goodwyn had a better relationship because Winnifred always had a slight preference for Cedric that only grew after the incident. With Goodwyn and Cordelia attacking Cedric, Winnifred may have felt an obligation to be on her son’s side.

That probably would make Child Cordelia feel like her mother is betraying her. I mean, if your mother tries to defend the person that hurt you (that left you bald), you probably feel angry at her.

Even more so when she spends her time saying he's a “great sorcerer” despite everything he did. You live permanently bald because of him, and he's a great sorcerer? That's totally bullshit. (At least, that's what Cordelia must have thought.)

And, as it seems in “Cedric be good,” she also supports him in anything he does. Even when it’s something bad and a legit crime. I just imagine Winnifred defending Child and young Cedric for everything he did, even if, sometimes, it was really his fault. So, in part, that makes me understand Cordelia's anger.

Yeah, I made a headcanon to understand and empathize with Cordelia a little.

So, probably Cordelia got closer to her dad. I also can see them talking shit about Cedric while doing some activity together, lol. It's like their recreational time.

Summary: Cedric is a mommy’s boy and Cordelia is a daddy’s girl. (Is that expression well used? I don't speak English but I have seen some people use it. I'm a little afraid of using the wrong expressions and having something else understood.)

5. Sorceress/ sorcerer balls are a presentation to magical society.

Yep. That's my other headcanon. (And I think it's for any gender)

I belive this because of the other wizards we can see in the background. Again, I know it's because it's probably easier for animators to use the same models of other characters, but let’s leave that aside.

These wizards are the same as in the episode “Hexley Hall” during the song the other familiars sing to Wormwood. These people are academics from Hexley Hall and, apparently, very important people in the world of wizards. (Because of the number of portraits they have around the series and so on.)

I think the ball is a way of presenting the new little wizards who will join the world of sorcery. Also, I think that after 10 years old, is the time they enter Hexley Hall. So, it makes sense for people from Hexley Hall to come to these parties to see their future students and members.

I say it's from the age of ten because in Cedric's flashback in Hexley Hall, he already has white locks. Personally, I think Cedric was 8 or 9 during the incident, and that Cordelia is the older sister. In fact, I thought that was canon until I saw some people disputing it.

Anyway, that only makes Cedric's mistake more significant. Because he, in front of the eyes of the most important people in the magic community, looked like a failure. And maybe that's why he had such a bad reputation in Hexley Hall.

Plus whatever he did in his school years.

Thank you for your time! I would like to know what you think about it. I can't believe how interesting a scene that's less than five minutes long is.

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Juan Ramon and Ramon Family headcanons

Juan Vicente Ramon was the sole heir of the Ramon family line that had been ruling Córdoba for centuries. Though the line had been fraught with family infighting and rivalries, by the time Juan was born it had petered out to a general rule of firstborn gets to be king or queen, no exceptions. But in order to be careful, Juan’s parents, Valero and Soledad only tried for one child and never wished to give him siblings.

Being the sole heir, Juan was trained from a very young age to focus on his duties as prince and eventually king. It was a bit of a Victorian upbringing where Juan was taught to repress any “excessive” emotion like panic or anger in order to appear as a perfectly placid royal and being forced to memorize countless protacles, etiquette rules, cities, noble titles, all the works. There was a bonus that unlike Avalor, Juan also had an extensive knowledge of Córdoba’s culture including magical creatures that reside in the kingdom and the benefits/dangers they present.

Despite this rigorous schooling and high expectations, Juan still grew up to possess a natural optimism and charm towards life, always looking on the bright side of things and actually taking satisfaction in doing a job well done. However, he also suffered from emotional isolation, bearing the burden of the crown all by himself. He felt like he couldn’t confide to anyone in his fears, and stresses because then it would appear like he didn’t know what he was doing. So after classes with his tutors, Juan would often lock himself in his room, dwelling on his flaws and his insecurities for hours at a time.

Come his teen years, Juan grew a bit rebellious. Going behind his parent’s back to hang out with the sons of the horse groomers and other palace staff. They would do such “unseemly” activities like chariot races and competitions on who could pick up the most girls. Juan almost always won these competitions because no one could beat his stellar pick-up line, “Hello, I’m Prince Juan, your future King. Would you like to be my queen?”  

So in case you were wondering. Yes. Alonso did get some of flirtatious personality from his father.

Unfortunately those friendships came to an end when his parents found out. His parents firmly believed in the class divide and that Juan associating with these “lower beings” would only corrupt his fine breeding. They lectured him on how he almost put the whole kingdom in danger because of his selfish need to have friends. That disappointment and forced shame was like a dagger into Juan’s psyche. He felt like a failure, this only served to further plunge Juan into emotional isolation. He resigned himself to the idea that to best serve his kingdom that he must become unfeeling and distant, then he could be neutral and objective about every duty he had to take on.

Luckily, life threw him a curveball before he could follow through on that vow. Juan couldn’t quite break that love for racing chariots and still eagerly participated in daily races, reasoning to his parents that he was boosting morale in the subjects and showing off his athletic skill. So the race he went to following his vow, he had won for the fourth time in a row. A young duchess came up to his carriage and asked what type it was and where she could buy one like it.

That duchess was Alejandra García, nicknamed Alé, a woman who was the complete opposite of everything he had been raised to be. She revealed in having fun, she participated in plays as part of a troupe that traveled around Cordoba and some of the surrounding kingdoms. She was the highlight of comedy clubs. She seemed to have no care in the world and always lived in the moment. She was wild and Juan wanted to follow wherever she led.

Being an accomplished actress, Alejandra acted like a timid, well-bred duchess in front of his parents but once they were away from the king and queen’s critical eyes, Alejandra would drag Juan all over the kingdom. Juan loved being in her presence, she made him laugh and feel bold. But more importantly, she was always there to listen when Juan was stressed. The first time he admitted that he sat out tango dances at balls because he wasn’t good at them, he expected her to scold him for his failure. Instead she simply laughed and offered to teach him. Alejandra was the one person that Juan didn’t feel judged by and that was a rare thing in his world. Bit by bit, Juan let himself feel a full range of emotion in front of her insteading of suppressing it. He cried, he laughed, yelled, everything and Alejandra was always there.

Juan was also a good influence on her too. Alejandra could be accused of being flaky and insensitive to others- never thinking about her actions having consequences. Since Juan started becoming a bigger part of her life, Alejandra soon had to learn how to work, and work hard by his side. She had been impatient and annoyed by such tedious things such as paperwork and long diplomatic speeches but she also suffered through it because she loved the bright look in Juan’s eyes when the job was successfully completed. Over time, Alejandra learned to exercise patience and restraint, knowing that the eyes of the kingdom were on her.

The two got married just as King Valero grew sick and old, so they could prepare for a new era as rulers. This new era involved them to be more part of the subject’s lives. Alejandra openly mingled in the via mercado, shopping for herself and Juan never expressed the same disdain for his servants and lower classes as his parents had done. He even hired his old comrades and began to start a new, un-interfered with, friendship. They believed in actions defining who they were and tried to uphold an image of benevolence and golden-age wisdom to their peoples.

Unfortunately with Alejandra’s death from pneumonia, Juan lost his greatest companion and Alonso lost his mother. Alonso was only 5-6 at the time and Juan was at a complete loss on how to raise a rambunctious little boy by himself. He tried not to fall into old habits of closing himself off but he did. Juan thought he could remedy the situation by remarrying but found that he could only compare the ladies to his Alé while Alonso was left to his nannies and maids.

Juan changed his tune one day when he had to take care of Alonso during the nanny’s day off. Alonso was 8 a the time and had the same similar energy and light-heartedness as his mother. The two spent the whole day together, playing in the park. Juan made him lunch and they just had fun. It made Juan realize that maybe he can parent all on his own. He may not be able to replace Alejandra as a mother, but he is still able to be supportive and playful with his son. So Juan arranged more time for just Alonso and him, but he was still away from Alonso a lot because of kingly duties. Juan didn’t want to have Alonso trained like he was and also indulged a lot of Alonso’s carefree nature because it was so much like Alejandra. Which led to Alonso becoming the reforming but still lazy and egotistical guy we know today.

Ramon Family Headcanons

Alonso’s birth was a huge occasion. All the kingdoms from Satu to Enchancia were invited for his christening, and no forgotten invitations a la Sleeping Beauty were committed. It was their first big celebration as a “whole” family and there was a rare reversal of roles. Alejandra was the one who wanted everything to be just perfect while Juan was more about enjoying the day. There were no big incidents except for the chocolate fight between the Avalora and Paraiso ambassadors, renewing the old feud over whose chocolate was better. The walls smelt like chocolate for months afterwards. Alejandra loves to retell that story to Alonso for his bedtime playing out the parts of the two ambassadors with comically exaggerated accents and fake mustaches.

Stories at bedtime were a big thing. It was mainly Alejandra’s domain because she was the “actress” of the family while Alonso and Juan were the enthralled audiences. But Juan would join in on the play-acting fun too and show off his suit of armor. For the longest time Alonso thought his father was an actual knight and not the king.

Juan has a special love and hobby-interest in chariots and their father-son time includes repairing and buying all kinds of chariots. They have quite a collection of vintage and new ones.

Going off on the chariots, the two would take Alonso in chariot rides. Only they had a argument over whose driving was worse. Alejandra loved to go as fast as she could on scenic drives while Juan was a much safer driver, but chose routes filled with so many hills and valleys that it felt like a roller coaster even if he wasn’t driving that fast.

Their favorite game to play was hide and seek in the palace which inevitably led to the couple losing their child among the many rooms. The two would panic, send out a search party and then find him sneaking food from the kitchen pantry or peeking at the royal jewels. Then while the rest of the palace staff is still in search for the missing prince, the three would sit together, eating the stolen food or letting him dress up in all the glittering jewels.

Alonso was the couple’s wake up call in the morning. In contrast to his Let-me-stay-in- bed- for-a-few-more-hours whining teen years, young Alonso was always up early, ready to get into adventures of a brand new day. Juan and alejandra would always wake up to the sound of Alonso’s little feet running to the room and launching himself on top of them, jumping up and down until they got up.

I picture Alejandra to look like Lily James 

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His parents were the first to know.  Ever watchful of their under-performing son, Goodwyn and Winnifred could feel the instant his flame of life extinguished.  Before they could grieve, before they could even warn anyone to keep Sofia from the truth, the princess had minced up the steps and burst through the door, expecting to find her grouchy friend hard at work-- but never too busy for her, of course. She had never been so wrong. Wrapped in Winnifred's embraces and sobs, Sofia tried to understand.  Goodwyn brushed past her, nearly staggering out the door, muttering something about telling the king.  Trying to console the weeping sorceress, Sofia felt panic beginning to rise in her chest, as she disentangled herself from the woman's arms.  Something was wrong, horribly wrong-- this couldn't be happening, not Mister Cedric!  He could soar through the air, turn creatures invisible, and alter reality with a wand and magic words...                how could such a great man have met      death? Winnifred begged her not to go, but was too distraught to even think of a spell to stop the girl as Sofia ran down the stairs to the Royal Sorcerer's living quarters.           There he was, wrapped in a mess of bedclothes, his robe flung over the back of a chair... just as if he was about to wake up any moment, and shriek to find a child staring at him in his pajamas.   But such a moment would never come.   He was still, too still, and hot, heavy tears began to spill over Sofia's lashes as she quietly made her way to him.  Brushing back his bangs she hesitated for just a moment before clasping her arms around him, breaking the awful silence.  Between cries, she pleaded, "Please, Mister Cedric, please come back!"  She pressed her amulet to his chest, fervently whispering, "Send me a princess to fix this, PLEASE, send me a princess to help!" but the amulet never glowed.  Only one princess had ever been able to reverse death, and the amulet had already brought Rapunzel once.                         Sofia could not ask her to come a second time. Utterly crushed, she couldn't bear to look at him but couldn't stand to leave him either-- what was left of him.  It wasn't really Mister Cedric, not anymore.  He had disappeared, and she hadn't even gotten to say goodbye.  Crawling into the bed, she curled up next to his form.  It was a sacred place he had only let her venture one or two times before, when she was most upset and he was too tired to argue.   She stayed there, drifting into the kind of sleep brought on by heavy sorrow, until the others came to take him away. ~~~~~ Days had passed, the funeral had ended, and still Sofia climbed the stairs to the workshop, unable to resist throwing open the door to see if he was there, if somehow this hadn't all just been a terrible nightmare.   But the drafty tower greeted her with a bitter emptiness, as if mocking her hope.  The only sound came from Wormwood, who ruffled his feathers at her as he perched on his stand.  Loyal to the end, he refused to relocate to anywhere else in the castle.  Only Sofia took the time to see to his well being, despite their differences in the past.  Their love for their lost master united them in the end.   She spent the afternoon pouring over old tomes, the same as she had for the last several days.  Eventually, she would find a spell that would let her find Mister Cedric's ghost, just as she had seen Sir Dax, and they could be together again.  Sofia had overcome too much to let this be the end!   ...Or perhaps this was simply what she told herself, because the alternative was too painful.  After all, Amber and James had never seen their mother's ghost, and certainly that wasn't for lack of trying.  How had they recovered from such a loss?                  Sofia felt as if she would never truly know.  To lose someone she loved as much as Mister Cedric made her feel as if her heart had been ripped apart, and it wouldn’t ever heal.   Combing through the books of magic was the only salve she had.  They smelled like him, and made her think that if he could see her, he'd be proud of his apprentice.  She hoped so, anyway.  Living to carry on his legacy was all she could do now, but do it she would! Yes, the turnout at the funeral had been small.  Yes, few had shed any tears, and even fewer had words of condolences to offer.  Sofia knew not many would miss him, and no one would miss him like she did.  But if there was ever a worthy cause to which she would devote herself, it was ensuring that Cedric the Sensational was not forgotten!   He had changed her life, and she would insist that the rest of Enchancia knew it... somehow.                        He may never have been king,                                but to her there was never a greater man in all the world.

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“Are you insane? We’re not sneaking into Rudistan!”

Of all the things she could have put forth, this was easily one of the most insane plots. Did she have any idea how severe Greylock’s actions were? He had succeeded in taking over Rudistan, and from what he had heard he had no intentions of giving up his newly acquired crown without a fight. Merlin had spared him many details for his own sanity, but it was obvious that if he were alive Magnus would not be giving him any sort of gentle punishment— nor would he be easy to get to. Rudistan’s dungeons were… well known to say the least. 

Shaking his head, Cedric would slump into his seat as he steadied himself with a deep breath. Breaking in would be a death sentence for both sorcerers, and perhaps political suicide if Sofia was by his side. Still, she was right; he was indeed upset about the other sorcerer’s fate. He had to know and it would grate him for the rest of his days if he didn’t find out Greylock’s fate.

It was then his old ways came back to him in a manner most useful. Next week was to be the only time he’d perhaps have some quiet because King Roland was leaving… for Rudistan. An official meeting between the two countries was about to transpire due to the recent incident he was a part of, and it was quite likely that Roland would agree to have Cedric attend alongside him for various reasons— proof of his loyalty, a show of power over him, and of course to keep an eye on him as well. It was a perfect scenario.

Despite his excitement, Cedric couldn’t hold much enthusiasm to his tone as he explained his thought to the child,

“…but we don’t need to sneak. You father is going next week. We could go with him, and perhaps you could suggest we see Greylock as a sort of lesson to me. What could have happened to me, you know? That is if he’s even…”

The sorcerer couldn’t help but grow silent as the grimmest of outcomes came back to mind.

Sofia watched the flurry of emotions that flickered across his face.  This was a difficult decision for him, she could tell.  Why it was so complicated was what confused her.  Repercussions or not, if Greylock needed help, there was really no other choice than to get to him as quickly as they could, come what may.  When Sofia thought she had lost Clover, she set off looking for him immediately, not stopping to think about how angry the traveling magician was going to be that she was taking his rabbit.  When Wendel hypnotized Minimus and led him away, Sofia learned to fly a Griffin so that she could save her friend.  When she had discovered that Princess Elena was trapped inside her amulet, she crossed half the globe to free her.  Even when Cedric had been carried away and locked in a cell, she had marched down the cold stone steps to find him.  That's what being a friend meant; loving them enough to put them before yourself. With a sigh, Sofia had to remind herself that Mister Cedric was new to friendship.  Much like the time she had helped Princess Charlotte, Sofia would need to coach him through learning how to make those sacrifices.  It was tricky, trying to teach someone who had taught her so much; the roles were reversed and Sofia wasn't particularly comfortable, but she supposed this wasn't the first time.  After all, she had shown him how to defeat Miss Nettle, and guided him through a whole day of good deeds!  This was just more of an adventure than any of those times, and she needed to make sure Mister Cedric would be able to have the courage needed for this brave mission.

"I think we should tell Dad the truth," she said, disliking the idea of using Greylock to 'teach him a lesson.'  That might have been the kind of this King Magnus enjoyed, but there was not reason for the visitors of Enchancia to stoop to such a level.  "He listened when I explained to him what happened to you!  Maybe if we both speak to him, he'll understand why Mister Greylock joined forces with Grimtrix.  After all, Dad doesn't really enjoy King Magnus' company either, and he knows how much Slickwell wanted to work for us instead of being the steward in Rudistan.  Please, Mister Cedric?" she asked, knowing he would hate her suggestion.  Still, it was a step in the right direction.  Part of regaining the trust of Enchancia would be living more honestly, despite how much he disliked it.

[reverseenchancia]

Cedric sat in his workshop, surrounded by the familiar clutter of potions and spellbooks. His mind drifted back to a day that had long since passed, yet remained vivid in his memory—the first time he had to discipline his daughter, Vivian.

Vivian was only two years old, a bundle of energy and curiosity. Cedric remembered her toddling around the workshop, her tiny fingers reaching for everything within her grasp. One afternoon, she had managed to get hold of a particularly volatile potion. Cedric's heart had leapt into his throat as he snatched it from her hands just in time.

"Vivian, no!" he had exclaimed, his voice sharper than intended. The little girl had frozen, her wide eyes filling with tears. Cedric knelt down, his heart aching at the sight of her distress. "I'm sorry for raising my voice, sweetheart," he said gently, "but some things are dangerous."

Vivian sniffled, looking at him with a mix of confusion and hurt. "Bad?" she asked in a small voice. Cedric nodded, pulling her into a comforting hug. "Yes, bad," he affirmed softly. "But you're not bad. You just have to be careful."

The memory faded as Cedric returned to the present, a smile tugging at his lips. Vivian was older now, wiser and more cautious, but that moment had been a turning point for both of them—a lesson in patience and love that Cedric cherished deeply. Vivian, now four years old, was a whirlwind of energy in Cedric's workshop. Her laughter echoed as she explored the myriad of colorful potions and odd trinkets. But soon, her excitement waned, and she plopped down onto the cold stone floor, a fussy pout forming on her adorable face.

“Daddy!” she whined, her tiny hands tugging at his robe. “I’m bored!”

Cedric looked up from his spellbook, a mixture of amusement and concern in his eyes. “Bored? But there’s so much to see! What about that potion over there?” He pointed to a shimmering vial filled with swirling colors. Vivian crossed her arms, her lower lip quivering. “I don’t wanna look at potions! I wanna play!”

Kneeling beside her, Cedric softened his tone. “Okay, how about we create something together? We can make a sparkly potion for your dolls.”

Her eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Can I stir it?”

“Of course! You’ll be my special assistant.” Cedric smiled, relieved to see her mood shift. As they gathered ingredients, Vivian’s giggles filled the room again. Cedric realized that even in moments of fussiness, their bond grew stronger through shared experiences and creativity. As Cedric and Vivian gathered ingredients for their potion, the workshop buzzed with a renewed sense of excitement. Cedric carefully selected a few harmless ingredients, ensuring that their concoction would be safe for his curious daughter to handle.

"All right, Vivian," Cedric said, setting a small cauldron on the table within her reach. "First, we add a pinch of glittering stardust. It’ll make the potion sparkle just like your favorite tiara."

Vivian’s eyes widened with delight as she watched her father sprinkle the shimmering powder into the cauldron. She clapped her hands eagerly. “My turn, Daddy!”

Cedric handed her a small vial of rosewater. “Pour this in slowly, just like we practiced.”

With utmost concentration, Vivian tipped the vial, letting the liquid flow gently into the cauldron. The mixture began to swirl with iridescent colors, casting a kaleidoscope of light across the workshop walls.

“Look, Daddy! It’s like a rainbow!” Vivian exclaimed, her earlier fussiness forgotten. Cedric chuckled, nodding in agreement. “It is indeed. Now for the final touch—a single drop of moonbeam dew.”

He guided Vivian’s hand as they added the last ingredient together. The potion bubbled softly, releasing a sweet, floral fragrance that filled the room.

“Perfect!” Cedric declared, giving Vivian an approving nod. “You’ve done an excellent job, my little sorceress.”

Vivian beamed with pride, her earlier boredom replaced by a sense of accomplishment. “Can we make more potions tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Cedric replied warmly. “We can make as many as you like.”

As they cleaned up their workspace, Cedric marveled at how much his daughter had grown since that first disciplinary moment two years ago. Her curiosity and enthusiasm were boundless, and he cherished every opportunity to nurture her budding interest in magic. Later that evening, as they sat together under the warm glow of candlelight, Vivian snuggled close to her father. “Daddy,” she whispered sleepily, “I love making potions with you.”

Cedric wrapped an arm around her, his heart swelling with love and pride. “And I love making them with you too, Vivian.”

As she drifted off to sleep in his arms, Cedric knew that these moments—filled with laughter, learning, and love—were the true magic in their lives.

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In the heart of Enchantia, the afternoon sun filtered through the stained glass windows of the royal palace, casting vibrant hues over Cedric’s cluttered workshop. Shelves were brimming with potion bottles, spell books, and magical artifacts, each carrying its own history and enchantment. But today, amidst the magic, Cedric had a more immediate concern—his four-year-old daughter, Vivian.

Vivian, with her wide, curious eyes and untamed dark curls, was not one to be entertained easily. She sat perched on the edge of Cedric’s desk, swinging her legs while humming a soft tune, her tiny hands fiddling with a stray quill.

“Daddy,” she said, her voice breaking the calm silence, “I’m bored.”

Cedric, who was at his cauldron stirring a simple brew, raised an eyebrow and glanced at her. “Bored, you say?” His tone was playful, but his mind was already conjuring up ways to keep her entertained. He knew better than to leave Vivian to her own devices—her inquisitive nature had gotten her into trouble before, especially in a room full of magical potions and artifacts.

“Yes! There's nothing to do!” she declared dramatically, flopping back onto the desk with a sigh.

Cedric set down his stirring rod and turned fully to face her. “Well, I suppose we can't have that, can we?” He glanced at the many ingredients scattered about the workshop and then smiled. “How would you like to help me make a potion?”

Vivian’s eyes lit up with excitement. “A potion? Really? What kind?”

“Oh, nothing too dangerous, of course,” Cedric replied, walking over to his shelves. “Just a little something fun. Perhaps a sparkling elixir, hmm? Something safe enough for my curious little assistant.”

Vivian hopped down from the desk, her boredom instantly forgotten. She ran over to her father’s side, her eyes wide as she surveyed the rows of colorful ingredients.

Cedric knelt beside her, pointing to a variety of jars and bottles. “Alright, we’ll need a few things: star lily petals, moonstone dust, and a dash of pixie dew.” He handed her a small jar filled with shimmering petals. “You can start with these. But remember—gently.”

Vivian carefully took the jar, her tiny fingers gripping it with care. She tiptoed back to the cauldron and, after a moment’s concentration, sprinkled the petals into the bubbling mixture. The potion sizzled and sparkled in response, much to her delight.

“Good, very good!” Cedric praised, stepping up behind her. “Now, next, we need the moonstone dust.” He handed her a small, delicate pouch.

Vivian’s face scrunched up in concentration as she carefully pinched a bit of the dust and let it fall into the cauldron. The potion shimmered, swirling with new colors—pink, blue, and gold.

“Wow…” she whispered in awe.

Cedric chuckled softly. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Magic can be quite wondrous when handled with care.”

As the potion began to settle, Cedric found himself reflecting on moments like these. He remembered a time when Vivian was only two years old, still so new to the world and his life. She had been a handful then, full of energy and curiosity that sometimes led to a bit of mischief. He’d had to discipline her for the first time after she’d accidentally broken one of his spell books, not understanding the danger of playing with magic. It had been a learning moment for both of them—him learning to be patient, and her learning boundaries.

“Daddy, what are you thinking about?” Vivian asked, breaking his thoughts as she looked up at him, her eyes bright with curiosity.

Cedric smiled, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Oh, just remembering when you were smaller, and all the little adventures we’ve had. You’ve grown quite a bit since then.”

Vivian grinned. “I’m a big girl now!”

“That you are, my dear,” Cedric agreed, ruffling her hair. “But no matter how big you get, there will always be new things to learn. Like today—this potion is just the beginning.”

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the potion bubble and sparkle in the cauldron. Vivian leaned against her father’s leg, her earlier boredom forgotten in the shared joy of creation.

Cedric glanced down at her with a fond smile. He’d never imagined that being a father would come with so many challenges and rewards. There had been times he’d worried about being too strict or not knowing how to guide her. But in moments like these—moments filled with laughter, creativity, and wonder—he knew that they were finding their way together.

“Alright, my little potion master,” Cedric said, his voice taking on a more formal tone, “time for the final ingredient: pixie dew. A very delicate addition—do you think you can handle it?”

Vivian stood up straight and nodded seriously. “I can do it, Daddy.”

With steady hands, she took the tiny vial from him and, with the precision of a true sorcerer, added just a single drop into the cauldron. The potion let out a soft, harmonious chime, and suddenly, a burst of sparkling light filled the room, swirling around them in a cascade of twinkling stars.

Vivian gasped, her face lighting up in pure delight. “It’s so pretty!”

Cedric smiled, watching the display with equal fascination. “Indeed. You did wonderfully, Vivian.”

She beamed up at him, proud of her work. “Can we make another one tomorrow?”

Cedric chuckled, scooping her up into his arms. “We’ll see, my little sorceress. For now, let’s let this potion settle and perhaps have a little rest ourselves. Even great sorcerers need a break.”

Vivian snuggled into his chest, already content and sleepy from the excitement of the day. As Cedric carried her towards the door, he glanced back at the shimmering cauldron, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. Parenthood was full of unexpected moments, but with Vivian by his side, every challenge became an adventure—and that was the real magic.

Together, they left the workshop behind, stepping into the soft, golden light of the late afternoon, their bond stronger than ever.

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Cedric's First Bath with Baby Vivian

Cedric the Sorcerer stood nervously in the nursery of his tower, his newborn daughter Vivian cradled carefully in his arms. The tiny infant, just a few days old, gazed up at him with wide, curious eyes. Cedric took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead - giving Vivian her very first bath.

With trembling hands, he gently lowered the infant into the shallow basin of warm water. Vivian's eyes grew even wider at the new sensation, her tiny fingers splashing tentatively. Cedric couldn't help but smile at her wonderment.

"There now, my little enchantress," he cooed softly, supporting her head with one hand while using the other to cup water over her delicate skin. "Not so bad, is it?"

As he carefully washed her, Cedric marveled at how something so small could fill his heart with such immense love. Vivian gurgled happily, clearly enjoying the warm water and her father's gentle touch.

When it came time to wash her wispy dark hair, Cedric hesitated. "Now, don't squirm too much, darling," he murmured, more to calm his own nerves than hers. To his relief, Vivian remained calm, blinking up at him trustingly as he carefully rinsed the soap away.

As he lifted her from the bath and wrapped her in a fluffy towel, Cedric felt a surge of pride. He had done it - his first solo bath with his daughter, and both of them had survived unscathed.

"Well done, my sweet Vivian," he said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I do believe we make quite the team."

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As the evening shadows began to drape Enchancia, Cedric took a deep breath, cradling his one-year-old daughter, Vivian, in his arms. Her tiny, curious eyes glanced around, taking in her father’s gloomy workshop with a gleam of excitement and wonder. She clutched onto a small, stuffed raven Cedric had enchanted to squawk softly now and then—a companion she seemed inseparable from. Cedric ran a hand over his face, steeling himself. Halloween with his family at a magical retirement home... *What could possibly go wrong?*

"Well, darling," Cedric said, carefully adjusting his robes, "it’s about time we face the... festivities." He rolled his eyes but gave Vivian a small, comforting smile. "But remember, this is only for a little while. The less time we’re there, the better for both of us."

Vivian giggled and gurgled in response, clearly oblivious to his trepidation but perfectly content in his arms. Her giggles seemed to cast a warmth in the chilly room, much to Cedric’s dismay. As a sorcerer, he didn’t need ‘warmth’ cluttering up his carefully crafted demeanor.

He raised his wand, holding Vivian close, and with a simple incantation and a flick, the room swirled and distorted, dissolving into a stream of magical energy. In the next moment, they were no longer in the quiet sanctuary of his workshop. They had arrived at the Magical Meadows Retirement Home, where the faint hum of enchanting spells and the smell of pumpkin-infused potions hung in the air.

"Cedric!" boomed the voice of his mother, Winifred, as she practically floated down the hallway to greet them. She was already in costume—a sorceress ensemble too extravagant for Cedric's taste, but certainly in line with her grandiose personality.

"Mother," Cedric muttered, forcing a polite smile.

"And this must be my precious granddaughter!" Winifred cooed, reaching out to Vivian, who stared up at her grandmother, entranced by her purple velvet cloak and gleaming jewelry. "Oh, Cedric, she has your eyes!"

Cedric cleared his throat, adjusting his grip on Vivian. "Yes, yes, she does. Now, Mother, don’t—"

“Oh, don’t be such a sour broomstick, Cedric,” his father, Goodwyn, chortled as he joined them, already snickering at Cedric’s obvious discomfort. He bent down to Vivian, eyes twinkling as he made silly faces to make her laugh.

Vivian, caught between her grandfather’s animated expressions and her grandmother’s sparkly accessories, let out a delighted squeal, much to Cedric’s chagrin.

Just then, his sister Cordelia swept in, dressed as an enchantress with too many feathers for Cedric’s taste. She took one look at Vivian and smirked. "Oh, Cedric," she teased. "Who knew you’d ever produce something so... adorable?"

Cedric huffed. “Must we keep up this charade of family bonding? I thought we were here for some... Halloween treats or whatever nonsense you all planned.”

Cordelia gave him a playful nudge. "Relax, big brother. This is Vivian’s first Halloween. We’re allowed to spoil her a little."

With Vivian now on Cordelia’s hip, his sister spun around the room, delighting the baby with magic sparkles and simple enchantments that made Vivian clap her hands with joy.

Cedric’s irritation faded slightly as he watched his daughter’s delight, though he muttered under his breath, “This is precisely the sort of chaos I hoped to avoid.”

Later, as the festivities wound down, Vivian, exhausted from the excitement, rested her head on Cedric’s shoulder. Winifred leaned over, softening her usually theatrical tone. "You know, Cedric, there’s a certain magic to family, too. Even if we do drive you mad."

Cedric gave a reluctant nod. As much as he might grumble, being surrounded by his family—especially with Vivian nestled close—perhaps wasn’t the worst kind of chaos.

"Fine," he murmured with a small, knowing smile. "But only because she seems to like it."

As the magical retirement home's atmosphere hummed with enchantments and laughter, a small, brightly wrapped piece of candy began to float towards Vivian. It bobbed just before her, glistening and dancing as if inviting her to reach out and grab it. Cedric narrowed his eyes, raising an eyebrow at the spectacle.

Without a second thought, he snatched the candy mid-air, inspecting it suspiciously. “What in the world…” he muttered, unwrapping the treat slowly, examining it as though it might spring to life.

Vivian, noticing that her prize had been taken, furrowed her brows, a tiny pout forming as her gaze shifted to her father. She stretched her chubby little hand toward the candy and gave him a look that clearly said, *That was mine, Daddy.*

Cedric looked down, meeting her wide, indignant eyes, and let out a sigh. "Oh, all right, darling. But I’m only giving it back because it seems harmless enough."

He handed the candy to her, his eyes watching her reaction with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation. Vivian’s pout disappeared instantly, replaced with a triumphant grin as she clutched the treat, babbling her thanks in the way only a one-year-old could.

"See? Even your daughter knows what she wants," Cordelia teased, nudging him as she watched the exchange. "You can't say no to her forever."

Cedric huffed. "It’s not about saying no. It’s about caution! Who knows what kind of enchantments they’ve been slipping into the sweets here? For all I know, she could be cursed with—"

"Oh, hush," Winifred cut in with a wave of her hand. "It's just a little candy, Cedric. Sometimes a bit of magic is best appreciated without all that worry."

He gave his mother a weary look, but she just chuckled and patted him on the arm before turning her attention back to Vivian, who was happily gnawing on her candy.

As Vivian savored her treat, her father couldn't help but smile—a rare, unguarded smile—seeing the pure delight on her face. His family’s teasing and the chaotic setting aside, he felt a strange sense of warmth. He tightened his hold on her ever so slightly, as if to remind himself that she was right there, the one part of this chaos he actually treasured.

"Well, I suppose I’ll allow this much… for tonight," Cedric murmured to himself, a soft fondness glimmering in his usually serious eyes.

As the evening wore on, the magical retirement home continued to buzz with Halloween spells and cheerful chatter. The residents floated small, enchanted lanterns around the room, each one casting a warm, flickering glow that made the shadows dance playfully across the walls. Pumpkins were charmed to sing in harmony, filling the air with faint, spooky melodies that enchanted young and old alike. Vivian, meanwhile, seemed captivated by every little spell and trick around her, her eyes lighting up with pure wonder at each new display.

She wriggled in Cedric’s arms, reaching out to touch one of the hovering lanterns that had floated particularly close. With a chuckle, Cordelia waved her hand, making a shower of tiny, harmless sparkles fall around Vivian, who squealed in delight, clapping her hands in the air. It wasn’t long before Goodwyn joined in, using his wand to create small, animated creatures—tiny, mischievous ghosts that whirled around Vivian, making her giggle uncontrollably.

Cedric let out an audible sigh, glancing around the room as his family and the retirement home’s enchanted environment continued to rile up his little girl. Her squeals and laughter had grown louder, and her tiny hands flailed with excitement, her eyes never staying in one place for long as each new magical trick caught her attention.

“All right, all right,” he said, trying to gently settle her in his arms. “That’s quite enough excitement for one evening, I think.”

But Vivian was far too caught up in the spectacle to notice her father’s waning patience. She wiggled out of his grip just enough to wave her arms at Winifred, who, of course, took it as an invitation to float yet another glowing lantern down towards her granddaughter.

“Vivian,” Cedric said firmly, pulling her back. “We’re not staying here all night. Let’s not get carried away, shall we?”

Vivian, however, was having none of it. She gave him a pleading look, reaching toward her grandmother and grandfather with a pout, clearly not ready for the fun to end.

“Come now, Cedric,” Winifred said with a smirk. “She’s just a baby, and it’s Halloween! Let her enjoy herself.”

“Oh, he’s just being a spoilsport as usual,” Cordelia teased, winking at Vivian, who giggled in agreement as if understanding her aunt’s jab. “Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ll make sure Daddy can’t ruin all your fun.”

Cedric, at his limit, let out a frustrated groan. “Yes, well, I’m the one who’ll be dealing with her when she’s overexcited and refusing to settle down tonight, so if you’ll excuse me—”

But just as he prepared to gather her up and finally leave, Winifred cast a gentle spell that made a few final sparkles cascade around Vivian like a shower of shimmering stars. Vivian laughed and squirmed, clearly unable to contain her excitement as she babbled and pointed, entranced by every last bit of the magical display.

“Enough!” Cedric finally declared, his patience officially worn thin. He tightened his grip on Vivian, who looked up at him with wide eyes as her laughter slowed. “You are far too riled up, young lady. We are going *home.*”

He looked to his family with a sigh. “And thank you all for the... enthusiasm,” he said dryly, though the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth betrayed his fondness for the moment.

Vivian, realizing her night was coming to an end, gave him another pout and held onto his robes with all the strength her little hands could muster, clearly wanting one last bit of Halloween magic.

“Come along, darling,” Cedric said gently, placing a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll have our own magic at home—magic that doesn’t include chaos.”

With a final wave to his family, Cedric raised his wand. In a swirl of blue light, they disappeared, leaving the spirited retirement home behind.

The familiar walls of Cedric’s workshop flickered into view as they materialized back home, but little Vivian was still buzzing with excitement from the magical festivities. Her bright eyes darted around, as if expecting another floating lantern or sparkling spell to appear at any moment. She clutched onto Cedric’s robes, babbling happily as he gently set her down and began gathering her things for bathtime.

“Now, darling,” Cedric said, attempting to maintain his usual composed tone, “it’s time to settle down. We’ve had quite the evening, haven’t we?”

But Vivian’s only response was a delighted squeal as she toddled toward a stack of books on his desk, ready to explore anything within reach. Cedric sighed, scooping her up before she could turn his workspace into a miniature disaster zone. “Bath first, then you can get into more mischief,” he muttered, though his voice held a hint of fondness.

He carried her to the washroom, where he filled the tub with warm water, adding a few bubbles just to keep her entertained—an old trick he’d learned helped make the process smoother. But tonight, no amount of bubbles or gentle coaxing seemed able to calm her. Vivian splashed, kicked, and giggled, wriggling around with endless energy as he tried to get her cleaned up.

“Hold still, would you?” he said, his voice more exasperated than usual as she waved her hands, sending bubbles floating across the room. “I’d like to keep *some* water in the tub, you know.”

Vivian only giggled louder, splashing a little more as she reached for a floating bubble, her tiny fingers missing it by mere inches. She let out a delighted babble, her eyes twinkling with excitement as if she were back at the magical retirement home, surrounded by lanterns and spells.

“Honestly, you’re more difficult to manage than any enchanted object I’ve worked with,” Cedric muttered, though a small, reluctant smile broke through as he watched her play. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly when she managed to grab a handful of bubbles and inspect them with a look of pure fascination.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of dodging splashes and trying to keep her from dunking herself completely, Cedric managed to finish the bath. He wrapped her up in a soft towel, carrying her back to her room as she babbled, still filled with boundless energy.

“You, young lady, are a handful,” he said, rubbing her hair dry as she squirmed in his arms, still grinning up at him.

Vivian reached up, patting his cheek with her tiny, wet hand, and for a moment, Cedric forgot all the chaos of the evening. He chuckled, holding her close. “All right, perhaps I don’t mind *some* of your antics. But don’t get used to this level of excitement every night, understood?”

Vivian responded by nestling into his shoulder, letting out a soft yawn. Her energy was finally waning, and Cedric could feel her little body starting to relax as he gently rocked her.

“Good,” he whispered, kissing her forehead as he swayed her back and forth. “Sleep well, my little enchantress.”

As she drifted off, Cedric felt a sense of peace settle over him, the memory of the chaotic night fading into the warmth of this quiet moment with his daughter.

As Cedric gently placed Vivian in her crib, she shifted a little, one hand clutching her tiny stuffed raven as she settled into the blankets. He watched her for a moment, taking in her peaceful expression, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of excitement she’d been just moments ago.

He leaned over, adjusting her blanket and brushing a stray curl from her forehead. “Sweet dreams, Vivian,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

He moved quietly around the room, picking up her toys and tidying up the slight chaos left from the night. Though his daughter had certainly tested his patience, he couldn’t deny that the evening had been… memorable. In his own way, he was grateful for the warmth she brought into his life—even if it came with a fair bit of splashing, squealing, and endless energy.

As he returned to his workshop, Cedric sat down at his desk, where a half-finished spellbook lay open. Yet, instead of focusing on his work, his thoughts drifted back to the night’s events. His family’s chaos, the magical retirement home, and, above all, the sheer joy in Vivian’s eyes as she experienced her first Halloween.

Just then, a faint giggle sounded from the nursery. Cedric’s brow furrowed in mild concern. Was she awake again? He quickly made his way back to her room, where he found Vivian wide-eyed and sitting up in her crib, looking around expectantly, as if hoping for more magic to appear.

“Oh, dear,” he sighed, rubbing his temples. “I thought we’d worn you out by now.”

Vivian grinned at him, holding her arms up expectantly. Cedric tried to feign a serious look, but the sparkle in her eyes made it impossible to resist. He reached down, lifting her out of the crib once more, and her small arms wrapped around his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“All right,” he murmured, patting her back gently. “But this is the last bit of excitement for tonight. No more spells, no more sparkles, no more floating candy.”

As he rocked her, he softly hummed an old lullaby his mother used to sing to him—a tune he rarely found himself remembering, but one that seemed right for this moment. Vivian’s eyes slowly began to close, her tiny fingers clutching his robe as she drifted back into sleep, her breathing soft and steady.

Cedric stayed there for a while, letting her calm presence wash over him. He realized that perhaps, in some small way, this unexpected chaos was a kind of magic he hadn’t anticipated—a magic that brought him a happiness he’d never quite understood until now.

With a final kiss to her forehead, Cedric laid her back down in her crib, her little raven tucked beside her. “Goodnight, my little enchantress,” he whispered, smiling softly. Then, with one last look, he tiptoed out of the room, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

[reverseenchancia]

Title: "The Packing Problem"

Cedric paced back and forth in his tower, muttering to himself as he tried to organize everything for their upcoming trip to the Royal Magical Expo. His daughter, Vivian, stood by the window, staring out at the vast, sprawling Enchancia landscape with a look of pure disdain. The eight-year-old was trying her best to make her presence known in the least cooperative way possible.

“Vivian, darling, I do appreciate your enthusiasm, but you must understand, this trip is important,” Cedric said, attempting to keep his voice calm despite the mounting frustration. He gestured to the ever-growing pile of magical supplies and bags scattered across the room. “The Royal Magical Expo is not the sort of event one can simply skip. It’s not only for business but also for your... *education.*”

Vivian crossed her arms, her little face scrunched up in irritation. “I don’t care about any expo. I want to stay here, where I know everything! Not some boring place full of magic stuff I don't even like!”

Cedric's frown deepened as he adjusted his glasses and started to pack another enchanted cloak into a bag. “Vivian, you don’t get to make decisions about everything, especially not when they involve your well-being. You need to get used to these events. They are important for your future, and I won’t have you sulking when it’s time to leave!”

As Cedric turned to place a few more items in a floating trunk, Vivian shot a glance to the side. She noticed a magical artifact—a shimmering, floating quill—drifting past her at a perfect eye level. Her hand shot out faster than Cedric could blink.

“Vivian, don’t you dare!” Cedric snapped, but it was too late. The quill was in her hand, and she quickly hid it behind her back, her face lighting up with mischievous delight. "What if I don’t go? Maybe you’ll leave me behind and I can have all this stuff to myself!"

Cedric's gaze hardened. "You cannot stay here. I won’t hear of it. You are coming with me, and that's final." His tone had shifted, more biting and stern than usual, and it surprised even him. But the overprotectiveness had turned into a strictness he hadn’t meant to summon. Vivian flinched. She didn't understand why her father was being so rigid. His concern for her safety often came across as suffocating, but this time, it felt worse. As the quill in her hand started to glow, she tried to quickly toss it back, but her movements were a bit too slow.

"Stop trying to sneak things, young lady," Cedric snapped, his voice sharp. He pointed at the floating objects still zooming around the tower. “You’re going to make this difficult for both of us, but I won’t have you putting anything in your pockets. Do you understand?”

Vivian’s lower lip wobbled. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay in the tower, surrounded by familiar faces and places. She was scared of the unknown, of the Expo with its mysterious magic and people. But more than that, she was frightened of her father’s tone. The way he was being *so strict* made her stomach turn. She stepped back, trying to hide her hurt behind defiant eyes. “I just… I just wanted to be left alone for a minute, Dad. Why do you have to be so bossy all the time?”

Cedric froze, his hands pausing mid-air as he watched her shrink back, her voice cracking with hurt. The anger in him flickered, replaced by a fleeting pang of guilt. But before he could soften, he became even more determined. “Because I’m your father, Vivian. And I have to protect you. Do you understand how dangerous things can be outside this tower? It’s not about *me*, it’s about keeping you safe.”

Vivian bit her lip. “I’m not a baby, you know... I can handle things just fine on my own.”

“I know you can, but I am still your father, and you will listen to me,” Cedric replied, his voice still firm but less harsh.

Vivian sniffed, wiping her eyes. “I don’t want to go. I hate it when you’re like this.”

Cedric sighed deeply, walking toward her and kneeling down so they were at eye level. For a moment, his demeanor softened. He reached out, gently lifting her chin with his finger. “Vivian, I know this is hard. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel as though your feelings don’t matter.” His voice wavered slightly, showing a glimpse of vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show. “But this is something I must do, for you.”

Vivian’s eyes darted from his face to the piles of things waiting to be packed, then back again. Slowly, she lowered her gaze. “Okay. But I don’t have to like it.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Cedric said, giving her a small, affectionate smile. "But, you’ll be safe with me, I promise. No harm will come to you, not while I'm around."

Vivian hesitated for a long moment, then nodded, finally setting the quill down. "Fine. But I still think this is a bad idea."

"I know," Cedric whispered, a softness returning to his voice. "But I’ll make it as easy on you as I can."

As they continued packing, a new understanding began to settle between them. Cedric, though strict, wasn’t trying to hurt her. He only wanted to keep her safe. And Vivian, for all her resistance, knew deep down that her father’s love and protection, even when overwhelming, came from a place of care.

They might not be thrilled about the trip, but they would go together—just as they always did.

[reverseenchancia]

Student Profiles of Enchancia Elementary

Enchancia Elementary boasts a diverse and vibrant student body, each child bringing their unique personality and talents to the school community. At the heart of this group is **Vivian**, a shy and reserved girl with an extraordinary talent for music. Despite her initial reluctance to stand out, Vivian's beautiful voice and skill with various instruments gradually draw her out of her shell as she finds confidence through the support of her friends and teachers.

**Sofia**, known for her kindness and optimism, quickly becomes a central figure in the class. Her friendly nature and willingness to help others make her a natural leader among her peers. Sofia's ability to see the best in everyone often helps resolve conflicts and brings out the hidden talents in her classmates.

The twins, **Amber** and **James**, couldn't be more different yet complement each other perfectly. Amber, with her flair for drama and organization, often takes charge of school events and class projects. Initially perceived as somewhat vain, she learns valuable lessons about friendship and teamwork throughout the year. James, on the other hand, is the class clown and sports enthusiast. His energetic personality and love for adventure often lead to exciting (and sometimes mischievous) escapades that keep both teachers and students on their toes.

**Zandar** brings an international flavor to the class with his love for different cultures and eagerness to share his knowledge. His curiosity and adventurous spirit often inspire class discussions and projects about global awareness and diversity.

**Hildegard** starts the year as a somewhat haughty and aloof student, priding herself on her academic achievements and sense of style. However, as she integrates more with her classmates, she learns the value of true friendship and begins to show a softer, more caring side.

**Clio**, with her passion for the arts, particularly dance and music, often collaborates with Vivian on creative projects. Her enthusiasm for performance helps bring many of the shyer students out of their comfort zones during school plays and talent shows.

**Ruby** and **Jade**, Sofia's best friends, are known for their loyalty and adventurous spirits. Ruby's practical nature balances well with Jade's more impulsive tendencies, and together they form a dynamic duo always ready to support their friends and embark on new experiences.

**Lucinda**, initially seen as a bit of a troublemaker due to her mischievous nature and love for pranks, gradually learns to channel her creativity into more positive outlets. Her quick wit and problem-solving skills often come in handy during class projects and school events.

**Calista**, one of the younger students, looks up to her older classmates with admiration. Her eagerness to learn and participate in everything makes her a favorite among both students and teachers, often bridging the gap between different age groups in school activities.

**Hugo** starts the year as a competitive and somewhat arrogant student, particularly excelling in sports. However, through teamwork and friendship, especially his growing bond with Sofia, he learns to be a more supportive and considerate classmate.

Together, these students create a dynamic and supportive environment at Enchancia Elementary. Their diverse personalities, talents, and backgrounds contribute to a rich tapestry of experiences, challenges, and growth opportunities. As they navigate the ups and downs of elementary school life, they learn valuable lessons about friendship, empathy, and the importance of being true to oneself.

[reverseenchancia]

Working on reverse Enchancia and things will be changing as so many amazing people my friends 🧡 love you all in our discord! I will be adding all the characters and how things are going to be in my au :)