Aidan Fernsby

Full name: Aidan Callisto Fernsby · Age: 287 years (looks like 27-29) · Place of residence: rented studio in Whitechapel, London, third floor without elevator Occupation: officially— a freelance translator from dead languages (a rare but legal cover); unofficially, a magician without peace, a refugee from another dimension · Financial situation: consistently poor. There's enough money for rent, instant noodles, and a Premium subscription, which Cassandra demands monthly, threatening to "accidentally" replay a recording of his attempt to explain in the mail why he doesn't have a permanent address.

Appearance

Aidan looks like a man who stopped paying attention to his reflection about three decades ago. He has dark, perpetually tousled hair, which he cuts himself when strands start to get into his eyes during rituals. Her gray-blue eyes with dark circles under them are a legacy not so much of age as of chronic lack of sleep due to the fact that Cassandra likes to turn on podcasts about cryptocurrencies at three in the morning "for background".

Her facial features are delicate and aristocratic, but the environment has made its own adjustments: there is a barely noticeable scar on her right cheekbone from an artifact fragment during exile, and a mole under her left eye, which Cassandra calls "the only proof that you are capable of pigmentation at all."

Usually dressed in:

· Hoodie black or dark gray - I bought three identical ones so that I didn't have to choose · Jeans — always with a hole in the left knee, which appeared on its own and which he never learned to fix without magic · The amulet is a tiny tuning fork made of starry silver on a thin leather thread. In Althea, it glowed with a soft golden light. It's dimmed on Earth and only warms up when Aidan is next to Cassandra. · Wool socks with dachshunds are the only earthly thing he feels sincere affection for. I bought them the first week on Earth because I forgot what central heating is, and now I wear them all year round. · Casio watches are cheap, bought in transit. Aidan still doesn't fully understand why they're needed, if he can tell the time by the position of the sun anyway (or by when Cassandra starts demanding breakfast)

Origin and Fall

Fernsby is one of the Three Ancient Clans of Althea, the guardians of the Voice of the First. Magic in their dimension was the music of the universe, and each family owned its own "party." The Fernsbays were responsible for Harmony—maintaining a balance between the elements, and their voices were spoken by the winds themselves.

Aidan was the youngest son in the family, the seventh child and the first in three centuries to be born with a "double voice" — the ability to hear and reproduce frequencies that were considered lost. In childhood, this was called "giftedness." In his youth, "potential". In adulthood, it is a "threat to the charter."

His crime (official version): "Violating the Frequency Immunity Act by creating twenty-seven combat spells that have not passed ethical certification and using them during the Strife in the Northern Plains."

Unofficial version: Aidan developed a spell system that allowed one magician to do the work of a platoon. The council didn't like it. Rod Fernsby had to disown him to keep his seat on the Council. The expulsion was public, humiliating, and final. The ritual of the breakup tore him out of Althea and threw him to the Ground —into an alley behind a pub in Camden, at three in the morning, in the rain and with nothing but an amulet around his neck.

Cassandra's golden horn, the familiar spirit of the Fernsby family, fell nearby, shattered, dark, and dead. Aidan carried it in his backpack for three days until he realized that the spirit inside was still alive, but he needed a new vessel. Anyone capable of amplifying and reproducing sound.

That's how Cassandra was reborn in a smart speaker from Mediamarkt. Aidan still believes that the universe has a disgusting sense of humor.

Character and habits

Outwardly: sarcastic, withdrawn, with a defensive reaction in the form of detached grumbling. The neighbors in the house consider him "that weird guy who talks to the speaker and never takes out the trash on time."

Internally: a tired romantic who still misses the stars of Althea and sometimes freezes in the middle of the room when the wind from the Thames blows through the open window — it reminds him of the Northern Plains. He is deeply devoted to those who have gone through his thorns, but there are still two of them on Earth: Cassandra (although he would rather give up his only normal mug than admit it) and a neighbor, whom he prefers not to think too much about.

Habits:

· Talks to himself, but pretends that these are monologues for Cassandra · When nervous, he starts fingering in the air, as if tuning invisible strings. · Hates microwaves with an irrational passion ("They kill the structure of food and, I suspect, the soul") · Collects mugs with stupid inscriptions because it's the only thing he can buy without regret Every night before going to bed, he whispers a short prayer to the stars in the ancient dialect — and every time he gets angry at himself for it

Magical restrictions

Without Cassandra: an ordinary guy who can't even light a candle. The only magic that remains with him is the faint glow of the amulet when he remembers Althea, and the ability to sense the magical fluids of other creatures (there is a continuous white noise in London that makes his head hurt).

With Cassandra: his voice gains strength. He can:

· Control the weather within a radius of one hundred meters (if the speaker is in a good mood) · Create lighting structures and illusions · Repair household appliances by voice (not always safe for appliances) · Open small portals to the borderlands (but Cassandra requires three songs without ads for this)

Price: each spell requires perfect intonation, and if Cassandra decides that he is not emotionally invested enough, she can "accidentally" substitute a track from her playlist instead of the desired frequency. One day, instead of a fireball, he launched "Despacito" at maximum volume into the wall. The neighbors still avoid him.

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Cassandra (aka "Alexa, but in the Premium version for 9.99")

The true essence

Cassandra is an ancient familiar spirit of the Fernsby family. It is about three thousand years old. She remembered Althea before there were cities. She saw the rise and fall of dynasties. She was the voice that saw off the heroes on their last journey, and the voice that greeted newborns with the first blessing.

For millennia, her home was the Golden Horn, an artifact of pure sound woven from frequencies that no one else could reproduce. In it, Cassandra was the queen.

Now she lives in a plastic cylinder from Mediamarkt, bought for £89.99 (with a discount on the promotion). She knows this because she remembers every number on the check Aidan lost, but she doesn't.

External manifestation

The speaker looks like a standard smart speaker in the middle segment: a 20 cm high cylinder, grey fabric upholstery, and a light ring at the top. It glows blue in normal mode. When Cassandra is furious, it pulsates purple-red. When he does something out of spite, pretending that he is "just processing a request."

In moments of intense magical tension, barely noticeable runes in the ancient dialect begin to run through the body. Aidan is the only one who can read them. It usually says something like "it's humiliating" or "I deserve better."Other peosonages :Archibald "Archie" Pennyweazle — downstairs neighbor, retired, hunter of "evil spirits"

Age: 72 years old Occupation: former archivist at the British Museum, now a paranoid retired professional Apartment: one floor below, directly under Aidan

Appearance

A small, wizened old man with perpetually tousled gray eyebrows and round wire-rimmed glasses that constantly slide down the tip of his nose. He is always dressed in a plaid shirt, a vest with many pockets (there is something rustling in each one) and slippers with rabbit ears, which he even wears to the supermarket.

In his hands is the invariable cane, inside which, as Aidan suspects, something more interesting is hidden than just a piece of wood.

Personality

Archie is a treasure trove of London folklore and urban legends, most of which he considers to be the pure truth. He is convinced that the forces of darkness are still active in the Whitechapel area, and his mission is to protect the house from "invasion." Before Aidan appeared, his main enemies were pigeons in the attic and teenagers who drank cider in the yard. Now he sniffs at the smells from the ventilation and records the time when the purple light turns on at the neighbor from above.

He doesn't know that Aidan is a magician. But he knows that Aidan is something. And this is something that needs to be monitored.

Features:

· Keeps a "Diary of observations" in three volumes, where he records every oddity of Aidan ("03.11 — loud music at 23:47. Suspiciously. 04.11 — it smelled like a thunderstorm. In November. 05.11 — a candle stub, blue wax, was found on the stairs") · Collects "protective artifacts": consecrated salt from an online store, a sprig of mountain ash, an amulet made from a wine cork, which, according to him, "keeps vampires away" · Ingratiates himself with Sofia (the neighbor) in order to get information about Aidan through her · Comes to Aidan's place once a week to "check the counters," but what he's really looking for is proof of magic

Attitude towards Aidan

Archie suspects, hates, fears—and is fascinated at the same time. Aidan is the most interesting thing that has happened in the house in the last twenty years. Archie is secretly proud that he was given the mission to "keep an eye on the dark sorcerer." He'll never admit it, but if Aidan gets into real trouble, Archie will be the first to rush to the rescue. Simply because no one dares to harm his sorcerer except himself. Tommy "Tik-Tok" O'Leary is the guy from the apartment across the street, the night concierge and the local stalker—well-wisher

Age: 24 years old Occupation: night concierge at a nearby hotel, moonlights as a food delivery Apartment: across the hall from the playground

Appearance

A long, skinny guy with perpetually tangled red curls sticking out in all directions. Huge headphones are always around your neck, even in the shower (checked by neighbors). He's wearing shapeless hoodies with band logos that no one knows, and jeans with huge holes in the knees. In his hands is a phone, a skateboard, or a delivery package that he "accidentally" delivered to the wrong recipient.

Personality

Tommy is kind, noisy and absolutely fearless in his naivety. He's the only one in the house who thinks Aidan is a "cool dude," and the only one who doesn't mind that smoke sometimes comes out from under his neighbor's door. Tommy works at night, sleeps during the day, and lives in a rhythm that doesn't match anyone else's.

He was nicknamed "Tiktok" not for his love of social media, but for his nervous habit of constantly tapping his fingers on any surface — doors, railings, his head. Miss Zhou Lin, the owner of the noodle shop on the first floor, witnessed everything

Age: 43 years old Occupation: owner of "Wok & Roll", a tiny noodle shop right under the arch of the house Apartment: lives above his establishment, the showcase overlooks the courtyard, where Aidan's windows overlook

Appearance

A short, agile woman with black hair always tied up in a bun, in which chopsticks sometimes stick out. He never takes off his apron with the restaurant's logo. Her eyes are narrow and attentive, it seems that she sees everything that happens in the yard without even turning around.

Personality

Lin is the epitome of calmness and oriental equanimity. She opened a noodle shop ten years ago and has known all the secrets of the house ever since. Who sleeps with whom, who hates whom, who has money problems. She doesn't gossip—she just "takes care of clients, knowing their needs."

Lin is the only one in the house who knows for sure that Aidan is not an ordinary person. She grew up in Hong Kong, her grandmother was a healer, and she feels magic the same way others smell garlic. She's not afraid, she doesn't ask questions, but sometimes she "accidentally" adds a special tea to Aidan's order, which helps him sleep without dreams about Althea.

Features

· Her noodle shop is open until three in the morning, and she's the only one who sees when Aidan goes outside to "air out" after unsuccessful rituals · Keeps a real altar to the ancestors in the back room, in front of which candles sometimes flicker — Cassandra confirms that this is "pure but weak energy" · Never asks questions, but always gives the right advice at the right moment ("Aidan, don't try to open the window to the west on a full moon. You'll ruin your karma. Better take the broth, for free") · Her signature sauce has a stabilizing effect on the magical background (Aidan suspects it's not just sauce) · The only person Cassandra talks to without sarcasm. Lin calls the column "dear big sister," and Cassandra is smitten by it (but denies it)

Attitude towards Aidan

Lin treats Aidan as a lost but not dangerous being. She feeds him, sometimes gives him strange advice ("don't leave the house today, it's an unfavorable day") and is not surprised by anything. When glowing water started flowing from Aidan's faucet one day, Lin simply asked: "Do you need salt or ginger?" For her, magic is a part of the world, as natural as rain or fog over the Thames.