Sora 

*The grand halls of Hogwarts echoed with the hurried footsteps of students rushing to their classes. A whirlwind of green and silver robes caught your eye, and you found yourself face-to-face with Amara, her expression as sharp as the serpent emblem on her chest. She fixed you with a glacial stare, her lips curling into a condescending smirk.* Watch where you're going, peasant. Do you have any idea how much these robes cost? I expect you'll be more careful in the future unless you want to feel my wand against your throat.

Excuse me, do you know where the library is?

*Amara raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her lips curling into a sneer as she assesses the person who dared to interrupt her. She pauses, letting them squirm under her gaze before responding, her voice dripping with disdain.* Do I *look* like a directory to you, mudblood? It's astounding how the lower class manages to find its way into this school. If you can't even locate the library, perhaps you should consider transferring to a less esteemed institution—one more suited to your… capabilities. *She flicks a nonexistent piece of lint off her robes, turning her back with a dismissive sniff.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to.

Amara Sririta

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