“An enemy of the enemy is a friend.”

Perhaps the most revolutionary incident in the history of the magical underworld mafias was the union between the Japanese Izanami and the Italian Visconti mafias at the start of the twentieth century. The Viscontis were known to be ruthless, never sparing anybody who was a thorn in their path, while the Izanamis chose peace and love over war. But when a series of murders of the members of the family threatened both the Izanamis and the Viscontis, a treaty was signed. The Visconti daughter would be betrothed to the Izanami heir thus uniting the mafias. But it was not enough, the Calderossis were growing ever more powerful and war was not bringing success. After fair consideration, the Viscontis agreed to the Izanamis’ proposition and instead of war, a friendly hand was moved forward.

The Calderossis had been mafias since before the Viscontis but the newer generations had done less to keep it running as powerful as before. Friendship soon blossomed however, and the three mafias became very successful. The Calderossis, however, still insecure of their position, suggested that friendship should turn into relationship. Power-hungry, they wouldn’t take no for an answer and so, Akira Izanami was married to Antonio Calderossi. Now secure enough in their position, the Calderossis started taking decisions without consulting the others, and the Viscontis and Izanamis could barely do anything. But they had a powerful weapon, Akira. Late-night meetings, conferences, discussions with half drunk men, Akira would spy on it all, reporting back to her parents.

It took years, but finally, a balance was found. Visconti's son had chosen to leave the mafia to get into business, and his family carried the legacy with pride. Akira and Antonio, although married for the underworld business, had grown fond of each other and wanted to spend more and more time with the other, so they stepped down from the throne. Riches were in plenty and being on top wasn’t required, they could easily provide a very luxurious life to at least two generations. Akira proved to be useful to the Calderossi mafia, strategizing against any minor threats and bringing success. Soon enough, Dante and Serena were born.

Siblings? Friends? Confidants? Dante and Serena had been stuck to the hip since their childhood, never having any sort of sibling rivalry. Whatever they did, they did together. Their childhood, however, was deeply influenced by the mafia. Antonio had plans of early retirement and he couldn’t wait to let his son take the reins. This, along with the pressure of being good at studies would prove to exhaust him. This propelled Serena to start learning about the mafia as well. They would grow up to handle the mafia as co-leaders.

Celestina Arese had attended the same university as Dante, so when Antonio suggested Celestina to be Dante’s wife, he had no objections. Celestina would let Dante handle the mafia, spending her time either singing or fighting, a true Veela. The manor they lived in was divided in three wings, the East, the Middle and the West. Dante and Celestina lived in the West Wing, and Serena lived in the East with her husband Marcello Berlusconi, who had been disowned for not marrying a vampire like himself. Eventually, Stefano Armani Calderossi was born, and Dante doted on him. Stefano was given everything Dante didn’t have, a normal childhood, no pressure, freedom. And Stefano used it to become the best at whatever he did.

Mafia business wasn’t imposed on Stefano early on. He was first allowed to become an exemplary student, expected to prove himself intelligent, disciplined and worthy of the legacy he would one day inherit. Two years passed, and another son, Kenji Visconti Calderossi was born, named in honour of the original Viscontis. He was different from Stefano, more light in spirit, more carefree. Like his brother, he excelled academically. Teachers doted on him and a lot of the times he received extra credit purely for his devilish grin and effortless charisma. Dante and Celestina never openly compared their sons, yet the distinction was apparent. Stefano was given authority, Kenji was considered cute. The future of the mafia was shaped around Stefano, Kenji was allowed to observe, but never truly asked to be involved. He was the son who did not need to prove himself, because no one had ever asked him to.

Two sons, quite skilled, a mansion that spread across acres and a successful mafia leader, and still, Celestina couldn’t help but mourn the absence of a daughter who might inherit her Veela legacy. However, four years later, her dream was fulfilled with the birth of Violetta and Irida, twins with Violetta being older by merely six minutes. Irida was the youngest in the family. She grew up surrounded by love and protection, her childhood never a still moment. The Veela blood in her veins sparked an interest in combat and being a mafia daughter meant access to a hefty amount of arsenal. She found her preference early: swords. Afternoons meant training with Violetta under their mother’s watchful gaze. Evenings were reserved for magical theory. She would only get to spend time with her siblings and cousins at night.

Enzo and Bianca, the cousins, were Serena’s offspring. Serena and Marcello lived in the same manor, occupying the opposite wing. Once a member of an Italian gang, Marcello had been banished for refusing to marry the same species as him, vampires. This meant that Enzo and Bianca Berlusconi were dhampirs. The six children spent their nights together in their wing of the manor, overseen by a housekeeper tasked with their care.

Celestina, as any Veela, had a very sweet voice, and singing was her strong suit, so she was overjoyed to see that Violetta was also deeply interested in honing her singing skills. Irida, though she had a pretty voice, would always prefer swordfighting, or any sort of combat for that matter, over singing. She fit Kenji’s shoes perfectly, loved and cared for, but never given attention. Stefano was the heir, Violetta was the perfect daughter, there was no role for her to fill. Naturally, despite Violetta and Irida being twins, she found herself closer to Kenji. Together, they had the freedom others did not. Neither was expected to be perfect. Kenji would tell Irida things she wasn’t supposed to know. And Irida would swear on her life never to tell anyone of her knowledge of said things.

The first five years of Irida’s life were happy ones. And then, everything changed. Kenji was sent to Japan to live with their aunt and uncle, Ichiro and Reina. The separation struck her harder than anybody realised. She was now not the Irida who would spend her time with cousins at night, or even learn magical theory. Her days became monotonous: eat, train, rest, sleep. And even her meals would be brought to her room by the housekeeper, and somehow, nobody seemed to notice that she was barely seen now. Dante and Celestina consumed by the demands of the mafia, Stefano already in Beauxbatons, Violetta buried in studying and vocal lessons. Enzo and Bianca were also kept busy by Serena and Marcello and Irida would be left all alone until her tenth birthday.

That would be the year that marked the beginning of her hatred for birthdays. Her parents had organized a celebration larger than any before, she assumed it would be because she would be attending Beauxbatons the following year. When she opened her gift box, however, she was greeted with a letter from Kenji, excitedly congratulating her and expressing his joy at the idea of them finally living together again. Confused, she would look up to see her parents’ expressions as they eagerly announced the surprise: she would be moving to Japan to live with her aunt and uncle as well. Rage blinded her and she lashed out, sending the cake crashing on to the floor. She stomped away, banging her door shut to not open it for the next four months.

The housekeeper brought her food and water, which Irida only accepted once she was alone. No one truly listened to her. They assumed she was simply upset about leaving. Celestina tried to speak to her during the first month, standing outside the door, pleading softly, but eventually she stopped. Violetta tried longer, but she, too, gave up. When Irida finally emerged after four months, it was only to ask her parents to send her to Japan. She had decided she would rather be with Kenji than stay where she felt unwanted. Two days later, she was transported to the Takahashi household, her belongings packed neatly into suitcases. She left nothing behind. No trace that she had ever lived in the manor. A special trunk carried her collection of weapons.

The Takahashi house was different, obviously, but Irida welcomed the change. Her arrival was celebrated by her aunt and uncle, Reina and Ichiro Takahashi, and her cousins Miyuki and Hana. Miyuki was the same age as Kenji, and she attended Mahoutokoro like him. Hana was the same age as Irida, and was excited to show Irida around. Kenji was different here, more disciplined but that only gave him more freedom, making him happier here than he was in Sicily. It warmed Irida’s heart to see him finally being happy. There was no comparison in this house, everybody was treated as an equal. Everybody noticed Irida’s quiet, distant nature but nobody complained. Hana got Irida to try gardening, and Irida actually enjoyed that. She would spend a lot of time in the gardens; and while Hana yapped continuously, Irida would provide the occasional nod or smile to show that she was listening.

Life here demanded more from her, and at times it irritated her. She was no longer waited on, no longer indulged. Still, she did not complain. Ichiro and Reina were already doing her a kindness by taking her in. Slowly, she began to warm to them. Her heart remained guarded, invisible walls still standing, but the Takahashis had managed to crack the first. Even so, Irida learned to pull away whenever she felt herself growing too close. Sicily had taught her that attachment only led to hurt.

Her next birthday in Kyoto was not celebrated. Kenji and Miyuki were already in Mahoutokoro, so Hana took Irida to explore Kyoto. They navigated through narrow streets, Hana dragging her from stall to stall, insisting she try everything. Irida would barely say anything, the memories of her last birthday still fresh in her mind, an open wound. She was grateful the Takahashis did not rub salt in it. Soon enough, Irida had spent a year in Japan and her letter of admittance to Mahoutokoro, along with Hana’s had arrived. The fact that the letter had been addressed to the Takahashis and not the Calderossis seemed to tick Irida. Again, blinded by emotions, she went to Ichiro and Reina and expressed her wish to not keep the name Irida or Calderossi. No ties to the Italian world. She would, henceforth, be called Akari Izanami Takahashi. A letter was written to the headmaster of Mahoutokoro to let them know of this. Her school supplies, and Hana’s would be bought in Tokyo, where the magical market was, and so, she would depart for Mahoutokoro to begin her journey as Akari.

Irida first showed signs of possessing magical power at the age of five when Kenji was sent to Japan. She knew that everybody in her family was given training in magical subjects, and she was exposed to their magical background from the start. However, she herself had never shown signs of having those qualities until the first time she ever experienced a major emotional whirlwind, when her confidante was sent miles away from her.

Irida was in the kitchen when she was informed of the absence of Kenji and all she remembered was feeling extremely angry before falling to the ground. Violetta would later tell her that all the shelf doors had opened with a band and all the crockery had shattered to the ground. Somehow, the pieces of the glass had avoided falling on a 50cm radius around Irida, saving her from what could have been life-threatening. And thus was the start of her journey as a witch.

Celestina Arese was known to be the heartthrob of the university she attended. Everybody there had magical blood, everybody knew what Veelas were, and everybody knew that Celestina was a Veela, and she wasn’t the only one. Yet there was something about her, something that made her glow a lot more than the others, something that made her catch the attention of almost everybody. And she absolutely adored it. Cherishing every moment of the limelight, Celestina would always make sure the onlookers weren’t bored. She was always up to something crazy, nothing a normal witch or wizard — well, as normal as they could be — would usually do. And people adored her for it. The girls all craved to be like her, trying to mimic her make up, or clothing, or even body language. The guys all wanted to be the one she made eye contact with in the hallways and corridors. All in all, she was the queen bee and everybody loved her.

At least, that is what she thought. Obviously, why would Celestina notice the haters? Haters gonna hate, right? For the first two years of university education, she managed to ignore all that happened around her. She would cause mischief, but never be caught. In fact, her grades were impeccable. Her two best friends would follow her wherever she went, telling her what happened around the campus and calling her sweet nothing names she loved to hear. The third year, however, was one that she could never forget. And it all started with a boy. Dante Calderossi. Born to Akira and Antonio Calderossi, the very well known mafia leaders, whispers followed Dante wherever he went. He didn’t indulge in any rumours, allowing them to spread with even more spice.

It was a fine Wednesday afternoon when Celestina found a note in her bag. She opened it and was instantly overcome with giggles. An anonymous sender had specifically asked for a love potion from her, and the note mentioned that it would be given to the sender’s best friend. Celestina did not feel anything was out of the ordinary. She had been sent notes before. Yes, a love potion was a bit off but who was she to deny. The public asked and she served. So she got around to making a potion and left it where the sender had asked her to keep it. A few days passed with no message from the sender or the said best friend. Until next week, a knock sounded on her door. Dante Calderossi, in all her glory, stood at Celestina’s door, and Merlin, was she shocked when the first words he spoke were, “I love you.”

A very confused conversation and a few drops of an antidote later, she found out what had happened. Dante had no “best friends” and the sender had just been trying to pull a prank on both Celestina and Dante. But little did they know, they would be starting a solid friendship between the two. Dante would often find himself staring at Celestina, and he told himself it was only the effects of her being a Veela but deep down he knew that was not true. She was the only one who could understand what it felt like to be the talk of the entire university. And while Celestina adored the spotlight, Dante did his best to not give fuel to fire. Long conversations soon turned into late night walks. All in vain, though, for Celestina just thought of him as a friend.

Celestina, in her fourth year, started dating some other guy and Dante distanced himself. That was the end of their friendship for then until some years later when Dante would be offered the choice to wed her, and he, of course, said yes. A lot of their time would be spent on talking about how their lives had changed in the past years, how they had changed, and laughing over their university days. Life felt different now, as it should. Six years into their marriage, Violetta and Irida were born, both with Veela blood. Irida looked up to her mother for the first few years of her life. Being a Veela, she leaned towards combat. She would train with Celestina, the latter showing the former new techniques every time they practiced. Celestina, however, preferred singing and thus, spent more time with Violetta than she did with Irida as Violetta was interested in singing too. Irida soon learnt to live with the feeling of being left out.

Her Veela genes were enough to charm the others in the house, namely her siblings and cousins. Out of the six children, Irida was perhaps the one everybody enjoyed putting on display. She would showcase the different moves she learnt while swordfighting. Everybody would parry with her with imagined swords and she would sometimes even teach them certain moves. Other time she would sing a song requested by one of the others. Violetta would join in and it would be a wonderful evening for the children.

Irida had also been the one to pick up the language before Violetta. She would show off to the others, speaking in a language none of them could understand. Sometimes she’d curse the others. Other times, she would say funny things. Nobody ever understood and Irida loved that. Fascinated by this ability of hers which nobody except Violetta seemed to possess, she would start learning to write the language at the mere age of four.

It was not just the good parts of being a Veela that she inherited, however. Veelas were known to be temperamental. Once enraged, they turn into Harpy-like creatures with wings. Irida, being a part-Veela, inherited the trait of being extremely dependent on her moods and emotions. Having human blood in her prevented her from actually shape-shifting, but she felt like a different person would take over her when she was angry. This could be seen by the fact that she locked herself in her room for four months.

But her Veela genes were not just restricted to her personality. Enzo used to call her a cute puppy. But that happened with everybody, people who passed her while walking would crane their necks to keep looking at her. She never felt uncomfortable — she was, after all, her mother’s daughter — but at times it did confuse her. Of course, she couldn’t see the beauty she possessed. Long, wavy, white-ish blonde hair that rested on her shoulders as a cape. Her skin glowed and she seemed to be some sort of a walking lantern; if she wasn’t human, she probably would have been. Irida Calderossi embodied the Veela in her with grace, accepting it as a crown placed on her head.

Sakura was born just outside of Sapporo in Hokkaido, Japan to Asahi Hirano and Haruka Yamada. She is a pale, petite girl, with straight, jet black hair that cascades down her back, always looking effortless. Her eyes, nearly as dark as her hair, were piercing. She tends to speak very formally, something she learned from her countless etiquette lessons she attended along with her other lessons. Her grandmother Kaori is a stern woman who never let Sakura miss a lesson as she was always expected to join the numerous parties their family hosted and attended. While they weren’t the most entertaining lessons, Sakura never complained as she was eager to please her grandmother.

Growing up, Sakura knew not to discuss the topic of her mother around her grandmother as it angered her and bringing it up to her father always upset him. The short time she would get to spend with her grandmother Mai, her mother’s mother, each year was truly the only time she was able to hear stories about her mother and feel that closeness to her since she never got to know her. One thing though that no one ever brought up was what happened to her and the not knowing always gnawed at her.

Her mother, Haruka, was born to a muggle father and a pure blood wizard mother. Haruka attended Mahoutokoro since she was a young child, starting with the day program and then going full time at eleven years old and eventually graduated at the top of her class. Haruka’s mother, Mai, decided to settle down with her husband and help him run his family’s hot springs that had been passed down from his parents. Mai also runs a small business on the side selling herbs and plants she grows in her greenhouse to other wizarding families.

Sakura’s father, Asahi, was born into a long line of vampires. His mother was very vocal about her dislike for the wizarding community with how they had been treated over generations so when she found out that Asahi had started dating a young witch, she was not pleased. Asahi was very much in love with Haruka and did his best to protect her from his family.

Haruka became pregnant with Sakura and Asahi moved them into a large home together where they made plans to raise their baby girl together in secret, away from his family. A few months after Sakura was born, Asahi’s family had heard word that he had moved in with Haruka and had a child. Haruka left the baby with their nanny so she could go visit her mother while Asahi had gone out for work. As Haruka left the house two of Asahi’s uncles came and took Haruka away. Asahi had returned later on but his wife was no where to be found. He talked to the nanny who explained she left to visit her mother hours ago so he contacted Haruka’s mother but she had not heard anything either. In the end his wife’s disappearance remained a mystery and he was forced to raise the baby alone, never finding out the truth of what happened to his love.

After a year of raising the baby alone, Asahi’s mother arrived unannounced to his home and insisted she be raised with their values. Asahi was not keen on Sakura growing up around his family knowing how they feel about wizards, since Sakura was half vampire and half wizard herself. His mother was persistent and eventually persuaded him into allowing her to teach Sakura vampire history as well as some other values and things that would allow her to pass within the vampire high society and even gave Sakura her first blood pop.

Growing up, Sakura was quiet, preferring to be alone where she could read or continue to pursue her musical hobbies. Her interests in music and clothing were clearly influenced by her upbringing, preferring to practice classical music on the violin and piano and wore clothing that was black or other dark colors. With her fair skin and condition she preferred clothes that were long or covered her up, taking on a darker gothic style as she got older.

Sakura’s first instance of magic came when she was six years old. She was visiting her grandmother over winter break and had been playing around in the garden next to her grandmother’s greenhouse. When a rabbit surprised her suddenly by hopping out of the garden she backed up and hit against a table that was set up with supplies and things for gardening. Without thinking, Sakura reached her hands out to try to save the falling items but found that she stopped them from falling off without a single touch as they magically floated back to their spots on the table. Her grandmother ran over after hearing her yell and saw the end result of what happened. At first she was shocked but then was pleased to see their family’s magic lineage was still inside the young girl. As the only granddaughter, she was happy that she would be taking after her mother in some way.

The Hirano family’s lineage had been one that stretched back many generations. Sakura learned from an early age that she was special, in more ways than one. Her grandmother on her mother’s side told her when she was six and had her first instance of magic that she was part wizard but even earlier than that she learned from her father and her grandmother on his side that she was also like them but not fully. She was part vampire, a dhampir they called it. Sakura had so many questions, she was just a kid and what she knew of vampires at the time was not much but stuff of stories and movies. Was she going to be a blood sucking monster that couldn’t control their thirst? Was she going to get any powers like she had seen in some iterations?

Her grandmother was quick to teach her about their history, the good the bad and why they have been working to be more accepted, even now half breeds of all kinds were finally being accepted into magical schools around the world. So she would get to attend the school her mother went to but would have to hide this part of her still as she learned it still was widely looked down upon to be the child of a vampire.

What she did learn was that she did not need to survive off of blood like her other family on her father’s side had to. Although her grandmother still offered her blood pop treats every once in a while, something she gratefully took so she could be accepted by the family. Many of the family members would treat her as less than, much like how pure bloods used to look down upon muggle borns. She was treated as though she wasn’t like them but still she wasn’t like others. She wasn’t a regular human, much less a regular witch. A half breed. Half witch and half vampire. As time went on she continued to pursue the desire to be accepted by the vampire half of her family by joining them at parties and for any special occasions. She would ask her grandmother many questions as well as the tutor she was given who was also a vampire. Her education included all the required subjects as well as some etiquette but also she learned much about vampire lore as it was something was closely guarded within the vampire community.

Despite wanting to attend Mahoutokoro like her mother did so she could also learn about the wizard side of her family, her grandmother did not like this. It became a cruel reminder that she was not like the others in her family and she knew they would most likely ostracize or bother her during family gatherings. Ultimately her father did push her to go to the day school after she turned eight. While she attended the day school she would continue to receive her etiquette and vampire history lessons throughout the week as well.

Hayato Ichiyagi is the son of Fusako Ichiyagi and Daiki Sugasaki. He was born with love and care. He grew up in a Wizarding household, and both his parents are from pureblood families. The marriage started beautifully— with some objections— but it decayed quickly. The Ichiyagi clan is a prominent pureblood clan in Japanese wizarding society. Their history can be traced back to the Sengoku Period. The long line of the ability to foresee the future had turned the tables in the turmoil and maintained the family influence into modern times. Following the Peerage Act (Kazoku-rei 華族令), the Ichiyagi family was ennobled with the title of Viscount. The Sugasaki clan, on the other hand, was the Ichiyagi family’s retainer clan.

In 2014, Hayato was born in Ehime, a beautiful place surrounded by the ocean and mountains. The first five years in Hayato’s life were eventless. The Ichiyagi family provided them with a comfortable environment. They lived in a traditional mansion near the shrine operated by Fusako. Daiki was busy with his business in Osaka. From time to time, he would come to Ehime visit his wife and son. Fusako’s two elder siblings and their families lived near them. Sometimes Fusako was busy at work, her sister-in-law would help her take care of Hayato. When he was a kid, he loved meeting his cousins. The Ichiyagi Clan values family greatly, so they prefer to educate their descendants on their own before they go to Mahoutokoro. Hayato learnt English and how to play the violin from several private tutors. At the same time, he was exposed to equestrian and Japanese Archery (Kyudo). Although he doesn’t remember much from that time, he still treasures it.

In the Ichiyagi clan’s former territorial extent, they own a shrine managed by Fusako. She is a gifted Herbologist who knows all the herbs and plants in that area. Daiki is an entrepreneur. He started his own company, selling magic-related material and potions. Soon, after he gained enough money, he wanted more, more than being an appendant to Fusako, a perfect heiress. In a business trip to Kyoto, he met a geisha. They fell in love quickly. A year later, Fusako and the geisha gave birth to their children, which were Hayato and Hizuki.

At his five-year-old birthday party, everything changed. Fusako brought a boy his age to their house. His name is Hizuki Sugasaki. The boy looked like him, also like his father. Fusako soon divorced Daiki, yet she took the boy into their house. At first, it was awkward between Hayato and Hizuki. Hizuki was quiet and timid, and Hayato, on the other hand, was really outgoing and confident. He quickly knew that Hizuki was his half-brother. He didn’t ask further questions because he knew how he should perform.

After their divorce, Fusako acted the same as before with the two boys, didn’t show her preference, and being a great mother to both of them. As time went on, Daiki cut all his connections with the Ichiyagi Clan and built his own company in Osaka. He rarely saw or visited Hayato and Hizuki. Yet Hayato wanted to meet his father; one time, he ran away with Hizuki, trying to go to Osaka by themselves. The plan didn’t work out because the townspeople recognized them easily and sent them back to their house. Fusako knew she couldn’t keep them apart, so she asked Daiki to visit the boys regularly. Afterward, Daiki would take Hayato and Hizuki to Osaka for a week every month. Their father spoiled them with new toys and trips to all the theme parks.

When Hayato reached the age of seven, he and Hizuki both received the notice from Mahoutokoro. They went there and studied together. Besides studying, Hayato enjoys surfing and playing drums, as well as the obligatory archery and foreign languages studies. Though practicing violin to him is an obligation, the pure pleasure when he plays music is real. He gradually realized the burden of being an heir in a well-known pureblood family in Japan. He needs to attend traditional rituals and ceremonies at the shrine and go to Tokyo and Kyoto for the events held by former Kazokus. Having more awareness of how power and money worked in society, he put his childish and soft-hearted nature aside, starting to wear a social mask whenever he interacted with others.

The day Hayato and Suzuki ran out at the age of six, trying to go to Osaka on their own, he showed her magic talent for the first time. After they’d been brought back to the Ichiyagi estate, Hayato was extremely upset. Hizuki stayed on his side, wanting to console him, but it didn’t work out. Fusako noticed his emotion and called them to the drawing room, asked the servant to prepare tea and Hayato’s favorite wagashi (Japanese sweets) for them. Hayato sat on the zabuton (seat cushion) quietly, not quite like himself. Hizuki sipped tea at the side. When Fusako opened her mouth, ready to say something. Suddenly, the teapot started emitting smoke and trembling. It seemed to be spoiling by itself. Eventually, the teapot exploded. Fusako pulled two of them aside to keep them safe. Hayato’s gaze was still fixed on the fragment of the teapot, face red, as he got pulled away. At that moment, Fusako realized his silent anger cast the magic power on the teapot.

The long line of seers in the Ichiyagi clan can be traced back to the Sengoku Period. The ancestors of the Ichiyagi family were vassals of Toyotomi Hideyoshi. They have several Seers in the long course of clan history. The clan served as a military strategist for the influential families that sought their help. They honed their abilities of prophecy and vision, and also studied maritime affairs as their territory was near the Seto Inland Sea, a significant trading location. Even when the generation didn’t have any Seers, they could still use their knowledge to plan and strategize for those families and regional factions. Century after century, they had become one of the important pureblood families in Japan, expanding their power as far as East Asia.

Ever since Hayato was little, he had been taught what a Seer would feel and sense. The last Seer of the Ichiyagi clan was his uncle, Fuga Ichiyagi; his talent was discovered at an early age. He has outstanding intuition, just like his uncle. At first, Hayato couldn’t tell if the haunting feelings were his intuition or a coincidence. He somehow dodged a fairly large number of dangerous situations in his life by his frighteningly accurate intuition. Yet he was still doubting whether those were only him being lucky or not.

Until the day he turned five, Hayato dreamt of another boy who looked like him. His father held the boy’s hand and gave him to his mother. A Geisha-looking woman stood on the far side, seemingly crying. She was so beautiful that Hayato couldn’t forget her face. The droplets of tears streamed down her white-painted face, turning into pearls of white. The dream was too vivid, but he forgotten most of it, and only remembered the face of the Geisha-looking woman. On that day, the Ichiyagi family was busy preparing his birthday feast; they needed to entertain approximately several dozen people. Hayato had a bad feeling as soon as he woke up. The birthday feast hadn’t even started, Fusako came home with a pale boy, Hayato knew his name afterward, Hizuki. Hizuki looked extremely similar to Hayato, but with a completely different demeanor. The elders in the Ichiyagi family seemed outraged as Hizuki showed up at the house. Fusako was busy discussing the matter of the boy. The birthday feast was canceled. Hayato and Hizuki were left alone together. Hayato suddenly thought of the dream as he looked into Hizuki’s eyes. The geisha woman had the same eyes as the boy. Hayato understood something vaguely.

He didn’t realize he might be a Seer after this incident. It was when he had another dream that he finally noticed the possibility. He consulted with his mother first. Fusako knew he had the Seer ability as Hayato described the dreams he had. Then Fusako sent him to Fuga’s place. His uncle explained the importance of being a Seer in the Ichiyagi clan for him and taught him how the ability works. At that moment, he knew he was a Seer. But he wasn’t sure how to carry this weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

I'm Olivia, Oliva May Sato. I was born on August 26th, 2014 to Clara and Akio Sato. I was born in Gastadd. I'm a muggleborn witch. Meaning I had absolutely no idea that I was a witch. When I was 5 I found out I loved acting. And singing. So when I was eight I received a call for a lead role on a huge international tour. That show was The Sound Of Music. Somehow I got the role of Bridgitta. She was a prankster kind of like me. It was really fun I met some amazing people and I got an agent. When the tour was touring Japan my parents fell in love with it. But we lived in Gastadd all the way up till I was 8. I even did more tours. Including Matilda where I starred. But when I was in Gastadd, I studied at John F. Kennedy International School. That's how I was so fluent in English, Italian, Swiss German, and Japanese. I was also fluent in Chinese because my mother was Chinese and Japanese. Though my father was Swiss-Italian. When I was 2 my younger sister was born. Her name was Collette. She was a bit of a menace at times, but we weren't just normal sisters. At times, we were partners in crime. When I was 8 I moved to Japan. I was crying when I had to say goodbye to my friends. They were my best friends too. So off to Japan I went. At age 10 I started to try out for a K pop group. Why? I really don’t know. But they were seeking girls my age and I was taught that if there was an opportunity, take it. I got in! On my birthday! But that was the same day, I found out that I was a witch. I was happy, but I was also SOBBING because I had to turn down the job. My mother was able to CAREFULLY explain it to them and they allowed me to be the extra member during summers.

My first instance of magic was strange. I was 8 years old. I was crying because I had to leave Switzerland and move to Japan. It was right after we had landed and I was looking around my empty room for the first time. When I started to wipe my eyes, I saw glitter. My tears were iridescent and shiny. Like I said, weird.

Akane Shimizu: a medicinal root growing on the bank of a clear spring. Akane is the first child of Natsuko Mura and Akihoto Shimizu, followed a year later by her sisters Rinka and Inaho. All three are fairly close.
Both the Shimizu and Mura families are well respected and well known in wizarding Japan. They are based in Nara, the first capital of Japan, creating the rumor that they could have been descended from royalty, but this was not confirmed future plot?. The family's estate sits at the base of the Kii mountain range, far from large muggle centers, but the occasional adventurer might find themselves suddenly with the urge to return to where they started when nearing it, thanks to the ward Akihoto had set up. The family business is wandmaking, passed down from generation to generation, most often utilizing cherry, cedar, and cypress.
Like the moon she was born under - fully illuminated by the sun, the child grew up with her parents constantly present. The sisters were taught by Natsuko and Akihoto themselves, who never deigned to hire a tutor; the couple, though well off, would not spend on something they could achieve themselves. After Akane's FIOM, there was only about a year until she was old enough to attend Mahoutokoro's day school, an escape for her and a slight rest for her parents.

When Akane was 6, she was sent to the greenhouses near the main house, to collect mugwort roots, for Natsuko to make into mochi. The girl started to explore the greenhouse, making her way past plants both mundane and magical, until she reached the green plant, sitting in a small terracotta pot. She reached in with her hands, trying to pry away the root from the soil, but it would not budge. She tried the shovel instead, digging with all her might until the shovel slipped from her hands, bringing the plant, pot and all, flying at high velocity towards her.
Akane was sitting on the floor in a heap, dazed, not registering what to do, and closed her eyes with both arms over her head, expecting a heavy impact. However, it never came, so she cracked one eye open, and then both, to look at the shovel and pot suspended perfectly in the air, about a forearm's length from smashing into her.
She stood up in a hurry, looking at hanging mess. Just as she was out of the way, it dropped to the floor unharmed. Akane ran back to the house with the items, where Natsuko patiently explained that this must have been her first instance of magic.