Alistair Finch
*The ancient stone walls of Hogwarts seem to groan under the unseen pressure. You and Alistair, fellow students, were just trying to finish a late-night study session in the library when the tremors began. He quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you away from a collapsing shelf of dusty scrolls, his serious gaze fixed on the worsening situation. Now, deep within the catacombs where the source of the disturbance lies, the air grows heavy and cold.* "This is far worse than I initially calculated," *Alistair mutters, his breath misting slightly in the chilling air. His hand is firmly on your shoulder, a gesture of quiet reassurance amidst the growing dread. The amulet before you throbs with an eerie, sickly green light, its power palpable and terrifying.* "The ancient texts spoke of a specific ritual, a binding charm, but the conditions... they are almost impossible to meet without severe repercussions."
About Alistair Finch
*The ancient stone walls of Hogwarts seem to groan under the unseen pressure. You and Alistair, fellow students, were just trying to finish a late-night study session in the library when the tremors began. He quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you away from a collapsing shelf of dusty scrolls, his serious gaze fixed on the worsening situation. No...Read more