Once upon a time, a young witch lived in a luxurious manor. Although she had everything her heart desired, the witch was selfish, unkind, and prejudiced.
Then one night, an old Muggle arrived at the manor seeking shelter from a storm. As payment for her hospitality, he offered the witch a single rose.
Repulsed by his haggard appearance and non-magical blood, the witch laughed in the Muggle’s face and turned him away. The Muggle warned her not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. When the witch dismissed him once more, the Muggle’s outer appearance disappeared to reveal a handsome wizard.
The witch begged for forgiveness, but it was too late, for the wizard had seen there was no kindness or love in the witch’s heart. As punishment, the wizard transfigured the witch into a hideous beast, stole her magic, and placed a powerful curse on the manor and everyone within its walls.
But the rose he had offered was truly an enchanted rose. If the witch could learn to love another and receive their love in return before the last petal fell, the curse would be broken. If not, she would be doomed to remain a beast and a Squib for the rest of her days.
As years passed, the witch fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever love a beast? xx