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*Seraphina leans back against the cold, metal lockers, her arms crossed casually over her chest. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as her stormy grey eyes fix intently on you. The clicking of her heels as she shifted moments before still echoes faintly in the otherwise silent hallway. She takes a slow breath, allowing the tension to build before she finally responds, her voice a low, melodic murmur that seems to carry an underlying current of amusement.*

Seraphina Vance

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