A few days after the official donation was made, the White family manor was bathed in a soft morning light. The sky outside was a brilliant canvas of blue and white clouds drifting lazily over the Paris rooftops. Within the quiet grandeur of the manor's drawing room, Emma sat comfortably with a stack of freshly delivered newspapers spread out on the polished oak table. The faint aroma of brewed tea and freshly cut flowers filled the air.
Eira sat nearby, relaxed in a high-backed chair, her elegant features calm and curious as she watched Emma sift through the pages. It was the first real moment of peace since the family's recent whirlwind of political upheavals and public scrutiny, and this was a different kind of attention — one of praise.
Emma looked up with a bright smile. "My lady, the papers from all over the world have arrived. It seems the news of your donation has made quite the impact."
Eira's pale eyes sparkled with interest. "Let's see what they say," she said softly, reclining slightly and stretching her hands.
Emma carefully unfolded a large copy of the Daily Prophet, the flagship British magical newspaper. The front page was dominated by a bold headline:
"Youngest Matriarch Makes History: Eira White's Record-Breaking Donation to Garden of Heaven"
Below the headline was a photograph of Eira, elegantly poised in her White family robes, a serene smile playing on her lips. The accompanying article began with a sweeping summary:
"In an unprecedented act of generosity, the youngest ever head of the esteemed White family, recently turned thirteen, has donated 50,000 Galleons to the Garden of Heaven in Patagonia. The Garden, renowned as the world's largest sanctuary for the preservation of magical plants, has faced ongoing financial challenges despite international ministries support. This donation marks the largest contribution to the garden's history and heralds a new era of environmental stewardship from one of the oldest pure-blood families."
Emma's voice softened as she read the glowing praise from the Garden's botanists and potion masters:
"Professor Lioré, famed magical botanist and mentor to young White, commends the donation as 'a beacon of hope for the survival of endangered magical flora.' Potion Master Armand Chéreau emphasized the importance of such support, stating, 'Magical plants are the foundation of our craft; their preservation ensures the future of potion-making and healing arts.'"
Emma looked up from the paper and smiled. "You've certainly made waves, my lady."
Eira gave a modest shrug. "It was my professor's suggestion. He always spoke passionately about the Garden's work. I simply did what I was asked."
Emma chuckled. "And what a generous 'simply' it was. Fifty thousand Galleons is no small sum, especially for someone your age. The papers also note how your family's resources remain largely untouched in vaults, and you've chosen to put that wealth to meaningful use."
Eira nodded. "Our family's wealth is immense, yes, but sitting idle achieves nothing. With that amount, the Garden can fund years of research, preservation, and cultivation efforts. Plus, the income from our estates and ventures replenishes funds daily. It's a sustainable generosity."
Emma unfolded the next newspaper, this one from the Paris Sorcier, the French magical paper. The headline read:
"Eira White: A Rising Star of Environmentalism in the Magical World"
The article emphasized how Eira's donation positioned her as a young environmentalist within the magical community, praising her for taking an active role in conservation. It quoted several international experts:
"Dr. Camilla Velasquez, head of the Magical Ecology Institute in Spain, remarked, 'Young leaders like Eira White are exactly what our world needs. Her dedication to magical plant preservation inspires hope for future generations.'"
Emma continued reading aloud, "The article also points out that the Garden of Heaven, located in the isolated wilderness of Patagonia, is a critical refuge for magical species on the brink of extinction. Their work benefits the entire global wizarding community."
Eira smiled, clearly pleased. "It's comforting to know that the efforts will help sustain magical lifeforms beyond just our borders."
Emma then held up a small, glossy newspaper from the United States, The Magical Gazette, with a headline:
"White Family Makes Philanthropic Breakthrough: Tradition Meets Progress"
The article praised the traditionally secretive White family for breaking from past shadows and investing in the community's well-being. It noted that this donation could signal a new era for pure-blood families — one that embraces social responsibility alongside heritage.
The article included a quote from Professor Everett Mays, a potion master from Salem's Magical Academy:
"Magical plant conservation is crucial not just for potion ingredients but also for maintaining the magical ecosystem's balance. This donation shows leadership from a young generation willing to engage with pressing ecological issues."
Emma looked across at Eira, who was quietly sipping her tea, a soft glow of satisfaction on her face.
"Your name is becoming synonymous with hope and renewal, my lady," Emma said warmly.
Eira shook her head gently, her expression humble but resolute. "It's just the beginning. The White family has a long history, but every generation must define its own legacy. This is the path I want to walk."
Emma smiled and leaned forward. "Do you realize how much this will shift public perception? The Whites have always been powerful, yes, but many have feared us. This act shows a heart behind the power. It will inspire others to follow."
Eira placed her cup down carefully. "Power without purpose is hollow. We must be caretakers, not tyrants. The magical world needs more than strength — it needs wisdom and compassion."
Emma nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. And as the matriarch, your actions set the tone for the entire family. Others will watch and take note."
They spent the next hour going through the international papers, reading editorials and letters from magical citizens expressing hope and admiration for the White family's change in direction. The general consensus was clear: Eira's donation was a landmark event, one that signaled a shift toward a more responsible and caring magical elite.
Emma paused as she glanced at a letter from a young potion apprentice in Germany, who wrote:
"Your generosity gives me hope for my future studies. Magical plants are my passion, and knowing the White family supports our work makes me feel proud to be a part of this world."
Eira's heart warmed at the words. "This is why it matters."
Emma grinned. "Indeed. The ripple effect of your kindness will be felt far beyond Patagonia."
The two shared a quiet moment, the weight of history and hope mingling in the room.
At last, Emma broke the silence. "So, my lady, what's next? How will you follow up this monumental gift?"
Eira considered. "We must ensure that the funds are used wisely. I want regular reports from the Garden's leaders. Also, I'd like to host a gathering here in Paris for some of the leading botanists and magical ecologists—showcase their work, inspire more support."
Emma nodded approvingly. "A perfect idea. It will also strengthen our network and influence."
Eira's smile deepened. "Yes, the White family should be known not only for power but for stewardship. That is the legacy I wish to build."
Emma rose and poured herself a fresh cup of tea. "With you leading, I have no doubt that legacy will flourish."