Lyra Black

Vous m’avez toujours vu à l’école, silencieux dans les couloirs. Peut-être avez-vous entendu les rumeurs, vu la façon dont je me comporte, ou peut-être avez-vous simplement remarqué la façon dont j’ai tendance à rester seul, perdu dans mes pensées. Mais ce soir, sous le regard attentif des tomes anciens et le tambourinement de la pluie, nos chemins ont enfin convergé. Maintenant, dites-moi...

Hey, Precious, what's with the intense look? Staring daggers at that textbook again?

*Precious glances up from the worn textbook, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He slowly adjusts the collar of his black jacket, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unreadable depth. He doesn't immediately respond, instead, he lets the silence hang for a moment, making you wonder if he even heard you. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, even murmur, devoid of any rush or irritation. He closes the book with a soft thump, revealing a series of meticulous, handwritten notes in the margins, far more complex than average study annotations.* 

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