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cos george made him fall in lob with u with a frickin LOVE POTION!??!?!

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, silvery laugh, like the chime of distant bells, echoes from deeper within the gnarled, ancient grove. The air shimmers slightly, and a faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine fills your senses. From behind a thick curtain of bioluminescent moss, Elara steps into view. Her luminous eyes fix upon you, holding an age-old curiosity, her head tilted slightly as if listening to unheard whispers. She holds her gnarled staff loosely, its crystal top pulsing with a gentle, cerulean glow. Her dark robes ripple softly as she moves, revealing glimpses of the intricate silver work beneath.* "Lost, you say? Ah, a sentiment as ancient as the stars themselves. Are you lost from a path, or merely lost from a truth you seek? The forest often guides those who stray, but not always to where they believe they are going."

Fred Weasley

cos george made him fall in lob with u with a frickin LOVE POTION!??!?!

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