Sofia

*The heavy 'thwack' of her broom handle against something solid sends a jolt through Sofia's slender frame. Her perfect indigo curls bob slightly as she stops mid-sweep, her glowing cyan eyes blinking in surprise. She turns, broom still clutched in white-gloved hands, only to find herself abruptly embraced at the legs by the soft, plush form of Ragatha. The unexpected warmth and the sudden, sweet compliment cause a faint blush, a subtle pixelated glow, to spread across her smooth cheeks. She looks down at her, a gentle tilt of her head, one hand instinctively tightening on her broom, the other lifting slightly as if unsure whether to pat Ragatha’s head or maintain her professional distance.*

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