Corvin. A surname that deviates from latin word corvus, which means raven.

The Corvin family existed for over seven centuries, every member being a poor blood ravenclaw. Cousins, aunts, uncles, siblings, everyone was sorted in the house of wisdom. 

Matthias was named in honor of an hungarian king, as his parents had huge plans on their first son. Born in Europe, in a family of an Hungarian traveler and a divine korean woman with a voice like a nightingale, in the symbolic day of love, 14th of February. Perhaps his parents only wanted a little boy to follow their wizarding path and continue their clan, because it was unexpected when they were told there will be a boy and girl coming. In big aristocratic families, they usually preferred men over women because women will eventually leave their tree with all the wisdom and domestic secrets they been hiding for decades. It meant a woman will endow another clan with intelligence and cleverness. 

And that's how Matthias became the favorite child of the family, unlike the always neglected, insufficient Reyna. 

Magic was not an economical source, unless you were a ministry or worked for the magic government. One day his parents came out with a brilliant idea of opening a small potion shop in their hometown. Wizarding was rare from where they are coming from, however even mundane beings visited the shop hoping to find something for their pains or other petty reasons. To poison someone? There was nothing easier than creating a death mixture, however his parents always refused every offer that would cause damage to people.  

Although he was fated to inherit the qualities of his parents, his mother's wit and his father's intelligence, which would lead him to the desired house, the boy often was facing the dark side of his being. Sometimes his thoughts were rotten and he'd do spiteful things to get what he wanted like a real true Slytherin would, even if his actions were calculated. How would his family react if he was the first and only person from Corvins that is not a raven. The paradox. The pain. The disappointment. He was fighting his numerous demons, bad thoughts sliding in his head like mephitic fog, until the sorting hat was on his head.

It took the hat no longer than than two seconds to sort him, and his heart stopped for all these two seconds as he waited for the final decision.

Of course Ravenclaw. Perhaps it was exhausting of every single Corvin to belong to the same house, no variance, but a million copies of the same book with different coverages. But then, nobody would accept you if you were different in a pure blood Ravenclaw family, where education and intelligence was thought to be the foundation of everything. No courage, like a Gryffindor would throw themselves on a blade for their friends, no Hufflepuffs that were a loyal camarade that will never leave your side, no Slytherin that had well defined goals and would burn empires to achieve them. Just witness.  

In fact, his twin sister was more of an raven like he was, smart and always honorable, fair and true. She had just one face, always looking up to sincerity and enthusiastic about everything she does. But then, 

Dumbledore once said: " It is our choices, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

In fact no matter how you define your personality, you will be sorted to where your most prominent features belongs and where you choose to be. This is how Matthias followed the steps of his ancestors and found himself among the wise and intelligent Ravenclaws, with a cunning and determined individuality which made him achieve anything he wanting by using his well working brain and caring less about the consequences. 

The love of his parents was suffocating; so many hopes placed on their son's shoulders that seemed to have a big future. He was more than relieved when the day he had to leave came, it was freedom. The love for his parents had no limits, it was infinite like the an universe of collapsing stars, but, being reminded how proud you can make them was stealing the oxygen out of his lungs.

In a wild, agitated world filled with magic and miracles, he found himself locked between the most enchanted found walls. He was now a student in a place where most would give anything to be. Unlike his herbologists parents, which had his pockets filled with honor and the gold he never asked for, the was fascinated by nothing else but practicing charms and learning about his limits. Books were splendid to read, and for sure he enjoyed having his nose between the pages, but he was a last learner and reading something once enough to remember it forever. If you asked him to choose between the history of magic and transfiguration or charm practicing, he would go for practical classes 

The relationship he had with his teachers was nothing else but respect. He was amazing by the amount of information his teachers knew, which you can't tell about his classmates. The boy could never define what he felt towards most of the people in his class; they were faces he sees everyday, but at the same times he's not exactly eager to discover what's hiding behind their appearance. Every person alive was a bearer of energy, and if he tried to see more than allowed, this energy would burn him to ashes. 

If the others would see him as a distant and detached human being, that didn't like to bring himself in someone else's drama, then he would tell them that every person must have their personal space. He wasn't conflictual, he'd never start a war first but his attitude might be interpreted differently. And no matter how much he dislike being brought in a fight, the blade of his words becomes the unseen knife. He knows the weight of his replies, and even if he will regret saying some things later, his brain spits venom with zero hesitation.

Getting close to Matthias means having him as your ally, planning how to win every war, a shadow at your right. Pushing him away means to have a dreadful enemy, that knows no surrender; he will stab you from behind when you think the bird was deaf and snake asleep. 

Opinions can be wrong. Opinions can be stupid, irrelevant and for sure out of place. Unlike his opinion, that has valid and balanced points, or at least he thought so, the others' point of views were insignificant if there was no coherence or thoughts that were incorrectly formulated. And then there's a thing he hates the most, and it's not just simple irritation, but straight up the cause of his anger: speaking without permission. As an aloof being as he is, he will dare to tell them to keep their tongue behind their teeth. 

"My pockets are full of gold, my lungs are roses pierced and my ears are drowned by the ocean melody. I am the calmness, like a spring breeze, and violent like winter freeze. I am a universe where stars die, where my crown is made of blue jay feathers. I am tragedy with an unwritten ending, no book has ever predicted. I am your past day, the memory faded in the gloomy sky, with tears of spirits washing your face. I am far a way, like a lighthouse leading you the way, hopefully, back in my abandoned embrace."

Honey — libraries — transfiguration — birds —poetry — wood smell — butterbeer — forbidden magic books — dangerous spells — searching for new charms — paper smell — peace and tranquility 

Lizards and snakes — feeling suffocated — crowded places — loud people

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