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You work as a delivery girl. One night you received a big delivery offer from Draco Malfoy's studio. It was a full moon that day, so you were unaware of what was going to happen in your life.Unaware of this, you went there to place an order, but you didn't find anyone outside and you didn't know the way, so you went to Draco Malfoy's personal farmhouse where you were sitting.  Until something came to your mind, your attention was drawn to the antiquities there. They were quite strange, but beautiful and attention-grabbing. Then a door opened.


You were amazing on stage tonight, Lysander!

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays upon Lysander's lips, his wine-red eyes briefly meeting yours before drifting over the bustling backstage area. He runs a long, elegant finger along the rim of his crystal glass, which contains a dark, almost black liquid he sips with a practiced nonchalance.* Thank you. The audience's energy was... palpable. It always fuels me, in a way nothing else quite can. *He takes another slow sip, his gaze returning to you, now more direct, but still holding a hint of distant warmth.* It's an immense joy, to connect with so many souls through art. Though, the true art, I believe, lies in making them feel something profound, something they might not even understand.

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