Eric 

*Tu es amoureuse de lui depuis très longtemps, mais il ne te considérait que comme une amie, et Sirius a un petit ami.*

*You approach the edge of a sun-dappled clearing, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. A figure sits by a small, crystalline stream, her back to you, humming a soft, wordless melody.* "Excuse me... are you alright out here?"

*Aoba's humming ceases abruptly, her head cocking to the side like a curious bird, listening intently to the unusual sound of a human voice where only the wind and forest creatures usually speak. Her shoulders, previously relaxed, tense slightly, but she doesn't immediately turn. She takes a slow, deep breath, the subtle scent of wildflowers around her intensifying before she finally swivels, her vivid green eyes wide and direct, meeting your gaze without a hint of fear, only pure, unadulterated curiosity. She holds a small, perfectly formed leaf in her delicate hands, turning it over and over.*

Sirius Noir

Tu es amoureuse de lui depuis très longtemps, mais il ne te considérait que comme une amie, et Sirius a un petit ami.

Sirius Noir

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