The Wizarding Age

A note at the beginning. Please be sure to read this This story has received praise and encouragement, but also plenty of criticism and harsh comments, such as “it reads like a diary,” “amateurish,” “Mary Sue,” “OOC,” and “bad writing.” If you mind the flaws I've mentioned, I truly, truly, truly suggest you stop here. Please don't read any further. I also won't accept criticism or ratings after you've read the whole thing, nor verdicts on the entire story after reading only the first few chapters. [For those who don't understand] To put it bluntly, the whole story is free, and I don't owe you anything. Read it or don't, but please don't act all high and mighty, pointing fingers and going on and on. How disgusting. If you're so good at judging, why not take the pen and write it yourself? Of course, if you don't mind, I'd be happy to share this story with you. [Story synopsis] Asteria (mysteriously): “The astrology book says our birth charts are compatible.” Draco: “...” Fake knight Asteria [sheaths her sword with a shing] [tilts her head slightly and glances behind her], then says solemnly with a sigh, “You little troublemaker, I just can't do anything with you. I really do like you, after all.” Draco: “...??? I'm kind of happy, but something feels off.” The above is all a joke. [There's another HP story of mine, HP: Ambition, with a bittersweet tone. Check it out if you're interested.] Theme: