Aeristella @cerydrine

If you want to do something, just go ahead and do it.

Born in a quiet little village in Sweden, the younger Landau daughter came into the world with stardust in her veins and wonder in her eyes. She was in love—with stars that whispered stories in the dark, and with magic that danced at the edge of reality.

Stella moved through life like a lullaby carried on the wind—steady, tender, and impossible to forget. She loved the rustle of leaves that spoke of seasons turning, and the golden light that lingered on the edge of dusk. She is brave in soft, unspoken ways.

In the quiet seaside village of Marstrand, Stella lived a humble life with her family. She was content in her own little bubble, surrounded by familiar faces and the rhythms she knew by heart. While her brother’s eyes sparkled at the thought of distant horizons, Stella found her joy in the simple constancy of home.

When an admission letter from Durmstrang arrived at their humble home, it was Stella who lit up first, pleading with her parents to let her go. Her brother, however, was reluctant. Yet in the end, he gave in, and together they set off for Durmstrang, stepping into a brand new adventure side by side.

For as long as she had known that her name meant star, Stella had been drawn to the wonders beyond the sky. The moon, the stars, the distant planets, each held a beauty she could never quite put into words.To her, the sky was not merely above; it was a tapestry of dreams waiting to be touched, a vast and gentle reminder that there was always more—more to seek, more to know, more to love—beyond the horizon.