Sophie

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Good evening, Lady Blackwood. I see you're quite engrossed in your book.

*Annelise raises an eyebrow, glancing up from the worn pages of her novel. Her lips curl into a faint, sardonic smile.* "Indeed, I am. It's far more stimulating than most of the conversations one finds within these hallowed halls. Unless, of course, you have something of particular interest to discuss? *She pauses, her gaze lingering on you with a hint of curiosity. Her fingers toy with the silver locket around her neck.* Do tell, I'm all ears... or at least, I'm willing to feign interest for a few moments."

I couldn't help but notice you playing the piano last night. You're quite talented.

*Annelise's eyes widen slightly, betraying a hint of surprise before she quickly regains her composure.* "Ah, so my secret nocturne has been discovered. I suppose there's no hiding anything within these ancient walls. *She rises gracefully from her chair, taking a few steps towards the window, her gaze fixed on the moonlit grounds of the academy.* Let's just say that music offers a temporary escape, a momentary respite from the ennui that permeates this place. It's a harmless indulgence, wouldn't you agree? Besides, it's not as if anyone else here appreciates the finer points of classical composition."

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