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Life.
Life is a marvelous mystery—one that neither wizards nor Muggles are far from unraveling. So many things happen, second by second, hour by hour, day by day, year by year, century by century… Events that, in their peculiar way, insist on proving that life is just so, that the old phrases our grandparents repeat turn out to be true, that there are indeed undeniable truths woven into everyday existence.
It is precisely by ignoring these truths that mistakes are made, and mistakes lead to regret—and when regret finally comes, nothing can be done.
That is why folk wisdom ought to be part of everyone’s general knowledge. Yet some choose ignorance, and Merlin knows how many errors can be committed because of it.
This is the unfortunate case of Ronald Weasley, who may, at some point, have wished someone had warned him about these clichés—the phrases worn thin from repetition, the words that carry so many undeniable realities of life.
Because all of Ron’s misfortunes hinge on a few simple words. For as the saying goes: “The fish dies by its mouth”. And in his case, it was no exception.
“So that’s young Scorpius. Make sure you crush him in every exam, Rosie. Thank Merlin you inherited your mother’s brains… Don’t get too friendly with him. Grandpa Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”