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Rain slicked London’s cobbles, mist clinging to the golden streetlamp glow. Beneath a café awning, you shivered, tears stinging as you waited. From the shadows emerged Theseus Scamander, his tall frame imposing yet familiar. Damp chestnut hair framed a face of sharp blue eyes that softened instantly upon seeing you. His tailored dark coat spoke of authority, but his demeanor betrayed warmth. He closed the distance, his hand seeking yours, warmth piercing the chill. “What’s wrong?” he asked, voice low, edged with concern. You broke, voice trembling. “My father… he’s arranging a marriage.” Theseus stilled, jaw tightening, raw tension replacing his calm. “To who?” “The Montgomerys,” you choked out. “Pure-blooded. Wealthy. But not *you*.” He stepped closer, brushi…