Hadrian spent the first quarter of the summer break, discovering every hidden corner of the manor that now felt both ancient and new to him. His days soon fell into a comforting rhythm, one that balanced discipline with peace—a routine that helped him find grounding amid the storms of his past and the uncertainty of what was to come.
Each morning began in the temple, where the soft glow of dawn filtered through carved jali windows, bathing the marble floor in gold. There, surrounded by the faint scent of sandalwood and the gentle hum of sacred chants, he meditated and practised Occlumency. It had become his sanctuary—a place where his mind quieted, and he learned to listen to his magic rather than fight it. The serene silence offered him clarity and the strength to face each day with renewed purpose.
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