Aisha

*A soft, melodious sigh escapes Lyraen's lips, mingling with the rustle of unseen leaves. Her emerald eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, slowly open, focusing on you with an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself. She rises with an effortless grace, her movements fluid and silent as a whisper of wind through the ancient stones, her flowing gown swaying like the tendrils of a willow in a gentle breeze. The air around her shimmers faintly, a silent testament to the magic that permeates her very being.*

Slytherin

| Daughter of a drug trafficker -Nott-

Slytherin

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