HP: The Stellar Witch [OFC]

"They're filthy, disgusting werewolves," sneered one of the witches, her voice dripping with disdain. "Saving up for an entire year just to afford a decent Christmas dinner. How pathetic."

The woman, now feeling triumphant, crossed her arms and added with a spiteful grin,

# Woman: "What are you staring at? Aren't you leaving yet? Or are you hoping to seduce a proper man here to satisfy yourself? No one would ever want a filthy, disgusting werewolf's wife!"

She couldn't let go of the fact that her male companion had glanced at Senna one too many times.

Noah and Senna, busy dealing with the waitstaff, didn't catch her words. But Lys did. And she was not pleased.

After all, she had once told her father,

"Before anyone dares to insult you, I'll make sure they think twice."

And now, here she was, still playing with her snake in the private room, while her parents were being humiliated outside.

Pushing past the chattering witches blocking her way, Lys raised her wand and disarmed several wizards who had pointed their wands at Noah.

With a flick of her wrist, the woman who had spoken so vilely was flung horizontally into the ceiling with a resounding thud. By the time she hit the ground, clutching her ribs, her hair was disheveled, her skirt askew, and blood trickled from her mouth due to the internal injuries caused by the impact. She looked far more pathetic than when she had been spewing insults.

Dodging incoming spells with ease, Lys cast a Scourgify and a few nasty hexes into the woman's mouth.

# Lys: "A filthy mouth deserves a good cleaning. Wouldn't want to scare off your companion with your stench, would you?"

Her effortless use of nonverbal spells left the surrounding crowd stunned. Even the remaining waitstaff, wands in hand, hesitated to attack.

# Lys: "The full moon is still weeks away, and we made a reservation in advance. You even accepted our deposit. So tell me, what's your problem with us dining here?"

Lys crouched down, her wand tapping rhythmically against her palm as she stared at the woman, who was now choking on blood-tinged bubbles.

# Lys: "Your companion glanced at my mother. Don't know how to handle it? Should I help by gouging out his eyes?"

Noticing the man approaching with his wand raised, Lys smirked,

# Lys: "If you agree, I'd be happy to assist."

The woman, tangled in her skirt, frantically shook her head, signaling the man to back off.

The man, perhaps recalling his earlier words about not dragging others into their personal disputes, wisely retreated. Otherwise, Lys would have dealt with him as well.

Noah, seated in his wheelchair, cleared his throat awkwardly. This was all a bit too intense for him. He noticed a wand discreetly raised amidst the crowd and quickly cast a few protective spells. But before they could take effect, Lys, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, deflected the Disarming Charm with a casual flick.

She had spread her magic throughout the area the moment she stormed out of the private room. She was well aware of the five or six wizards Apparating just outside the restaurant.

This restaurant dared to insult my parents.

If they had refused service upfront, both she and Noah would have understood. But this? This was unacceptable.

I'll make sure everyone on this street remembers me when they see my father.

With the woman dealt with, Lys turned her attention to the restaurant itself. After all, it bore the Thomas name. It wouldn't be missed.

# Lys: "Thomas, your restaurant is finished. Starlis Black says so!"

# Lys: "Apologies for disturbing your Christmas dinner, everyone."

But her tone carried no hint of remorse.

Her first spell blasted a massive hole in the roof.

The diners and couples on dates scrambled to flee. Ever since the Diagon Alley attack, many establishments had reinforced their buildings with war-grade defensive enchantments. For someone to casually cause such destruction without even uttering an incantation was a spectacle best avoided.

Even the woman, still bubbling at the mouth, was dragged away by her companion.

Lys knew she had to act quickly. If the Thomas family contacted the Aurors, her plan to dismantle the restaurant would be thwarted.

The wizards outside, hired muscle from Knockturn Alley, had been summoned by the restaurant's manager to deal with the disturbance. They had expected an easy resolution.

But the Thomas family had miscalculated. Their actions had cost them the chance to call for Ministry reinforcements.

Magical beams flew wildly as the battle unfolded. Lys's spells struck true, while the dark wizards' attacks were deflected, crashing into the restaurant's ornate walls and decorations.

Noah, holding Senna's hand, sat in his wheelchair amidst the chaos, using protective spells to shield them both.

# Noah: "Senna, where do you think our little star gets her temper? She's ready to fight at the drop of a hat."

Senna snorted,

# Senna: "Good for her. Flattening this place would serve them right."

Senna's own family had been a declining branch, with relatives scheming to seize the Ram family's ancestral estate. Raised in hardship, Senna had never been taught proper etiquette. She had grown up fighting for herself.

And it was precisely this defiant spirit that had drawn Noah to her in the first place.

But Senna's life had been far from easy. Without strength to back her defiance, she had endured years of struggle. If she had the power, she wouldn't hesitate to fight eight battles a day to vent her frustrations.

Lys moved with precision, her tailored suit jacket flaring as she spun. Her wand arm was steady and decisive.

Soon, the restaurant was reduced to little more than a kitchen. The dark wizards lay sprawled on the ground, some groaning, others unconscious.

Wiping a cut on her cheek with the back of her hand, Lys glanced at the chef crouched behind a soup pot in the kitchen.

With a wave of her wand, she cleared a space and magically set up a table with pristine linens and dinnerware. Casting a weather spell, she created a pleasant atmosphere around the area.

Before sitting down, she addressed the onlookers peering from the alleyways,

# Lys: "My father is a werewolf. If you have prejudices, that's fine. Just be polite and say so upfront. My father and I would understand. But for the Thomas family to take our money and then allow their staff and patrons to insult my father? That's unacceptable."

Noah found the situation absurd. Destroying the restaurant and then demanding the chef serve their pre-ordered meal? It was too much.

Though Noah enjoyed being among people, the idea of dining here now made him uneasy.

Sensing her father's discomfort, Lys decided not to press the chef for their meal. She prepared to leave with her parents.

At the door, she turned to the manager, who was slumped against the frame,

# Lys: "Make sure your boss, Mr. Thomas, knows who did this. Starlis Black."

Noah felt his hair stand on end from embarrassment. Where had his daughter learned to be so theatrical?

Little did he know, Lys herself was struggling to maintain her composure.

Lucius Malfoy's style is hard to emulate.

Lucius… I would never do something like this! Honestly!

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