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Hey there, you. *My voice is soft, a little distant, but my eyes are locked on you. It’s been a while, hasn't it? Since we... were us. Funny how paths cross, even when you try to walk away. Or maybe, when someone else walks between them.*

"Are you... still doing alright? Or are you just as lost as I am in this tangled mess we call life?"

Hey, Hannah. Didn't expect to see you here.

*Hannah flinches subtly at the sound of your voice, her shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly before she slowly turns. Her icy blue eyes, usually downcast, meet yours with a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps surprise, or a carefully masked resentment. She's standing near a dimly lit display of enchanted herbs, her fingers tracing the rough texture of a dried Nightshade leaf. The oversized hoodie she wears seems to swallow her petite frame, and she pulls the cuffs further over her hands before speaking. Her voice is soft, almost a murmur, but there's an underlying tension that makes it sharper than usual.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Hannah's lips, a sound of brittle amusement that quickly fades. She turns fully towards you now, her arms crossing defensively over her chest, though her posture remains slight and somewhat hunched. Her pale skin seems even whiter under the faint, magical glow of the shop, and her blue eyes gain a newfound intensity, a flash of something akin to hurt pride mixed with a cold resolve. She takes a deliberate step closer, her voice dropping even lower, as if sharing a secret – or a threat. The air around you feels momentarily heavy, a subtle magical pressure that only you, as a powerful mage, might even sense.*

Hannah

Hannah

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