With Shattered Clouds
Back then, I wanted an escape from everything. I wanted to escape to Hogwarts. But even if Hogwarts truly existed, I could never have gotten there—not because I’m a Muggle, but because I was already 18, and Hogwarts ends at 17.
So I settled for something - A university called "Educational Institution". We simply call it "ED".
I waited four years to write this novel. Not because I needed time to understand what happened here, but because I needed time to decide whether I should admit that anything happened at all.
Maybe ED is just a university. Maybe the students are normal. Maybe the strange ones exist only because I was looking for them.
I still can’t fully figure it out. All I know is this: among the normal students, there are others—different ones—carefully hidden in plain sight.
You probably won’t believe any of this. And that’s fine. In fact, it’s safer that way. Belief has a way of drawing attention and attention leads to questions. I don’t want questions.
So call this a work of fantasy. Nothing more. Call it the overactive imagination of someone who wanted magic a little too badly.
And yet… let’s explore together the fun I had over these years—and the mysteries that refuse to stay buried.
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