Oscar Wilde once wrote a story.
There was a young student who wept, saying he wanted to give his beloved a red rose so that she would dance with him. But in the depths of winter, where could he find a red rose?
The nightingale in the tree heard him and looked around from branch to branch.
"Alas, is happiness really pinned on such trifles?" the young student lamented. "The prince will hold a ball tomorrow night, and my love will be there too. If I pick her a red rose, she will dance with me until dawn. Her hand will rest in my palm, her head upon my shoulder. But without a red rose, I can only watch her pass by me in loneliness. Young gentlemen in splendid clothes will surround her, but she will not dance with me, because I have not picked her a red rose."
The poor nightingale believed him. If it had known human stories, it would have understood that a red rose was not all he lacked.
In fifteenth-century London, there was a seamstress named Delphina Crimp. Magic could solve many problems, but there was no spell suitable for cutting cloth at the time. They either scorched the fabric or tore it apart, so she invented the Severing Charm herself. The cloth she cut with it turned out exactly as she wished.
In the story of Cinderella, the fairy godmother gave Cinderella a new dress for the ball, making her extraordinarily charming. The prince fell in love with her at once.
The dresses Delphina made could make an entirely unattractive woman seem lovely. Day by day, her popularity grew, and so did her wealth, as though everything had been enchanted.
She wanted to be a Muggle. Not every witch drank babies' blood and performed