Farewell at the Flamel Mansion
The last few days at the Flamel Mansion passed like a warm dream.
Lucien spent his mornings buried in alchemy circles and transmutation arrays, debating theory with Nicolas as if they were colleagues rather than centuries apart in age. Sometimes their discussions grew so intense that time itself seemed to slow—only for Perenelle to interrupt by dragging Lucien into the kitchen.
"You can argue about eternal balance later," she'd say.
"Right now, you're chopping vegetables."
Lucien cooked with her, laughed with her, listened to her stories of centuries past. For the first time in a long while, the mansion felt less like a sanctuary of immortals—and more like a home.
But Christmas, like all good things, came to an end.
The Goodbye
Lucien stood at the grand front door, luggage already stored safely within his dimension.
Perenelle hovered nearby, arms crossed, eyes suspiciously moist.
"…You're really leaving already."
Lucien smiled gently. "I have to go back to Hogwarts, Grandma."
Nicolas cleared his throat. "You've already given us enough by simply being here, Lucien."
Perenelle nodded quickly.
"Yes. That alone was a gift."
Lucien paused.
"…I still want to give something."
Before either of them could object, Lucien raised his hand.
"Come out, love."
The air behind him split like a veil.
A presence stepped forth—ancient, inevitable, and absolute.
Nicolas and Perenelle froze.
Behind Lucien stood Death itself.
A black silhouette crowned with inevitability…
And then, smoothly, elegantly—
She transformed.
Black hair, glasses, confidence wrapped in grace.
Bayonetta.
Nicolas inhaled sharply.
"…Death from the Deathly Hallows."
Lucien nodded calmly.
"My lover. Her name is Bayonetta."
Perenelle stared… then laughed softly.
"…Of course she is."
Lucien turned to Bayonetta, his voice gentle.
"Could you de-age my grandma and grandpa to thirty?"
Bayonetta smiled warmly.
"Of course, honey."
Snap.
Reality obeyed.
Light shimmered.
And in its wake stood Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel—young again, vitality surging through bodies long forgotten by time.
Perenelle gasped, touching her face… her hands.
"…I can feel it."
She turned to Lucien and hugged him fiercely.
"Thank you."
Her eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Now I can spoil you even more."
Nicolas laughed—truly laughed.
"You've outdone immortality itself, my boy."
Lucien bowed slightly.
"There's just one condition," he said calmly.
"Please don't reveal her existence to anyone."
Both Flamels nodded immediately.
Perenelle then turned to Bayonetta and—without hesitation—hugged her.
"You'll be my granddaughter-in-law," she declared proudly.
"And I will spoil you shamelessly."
Bayonetta stiffened.
Then her shoulders shook.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she hugged Perenelle back, warmth flooding her existence.
"…Thank you," she whispered.
"I've never had anyone say that to me."
Lucien smiled.
For Death, this moment mattered more than eternity.
Departure
With one final embrace, Lucien stepped outside.
The mansion gates closed gently behind him.
And as he walked away, both Nicolas and Perenelle knew one thing with certainty:
They hadn't gained a disciple.
They hadn't gained an heir.
They had gained a grandson.