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ДРАКО и его семья ненавидят тебя, но они не знают, что ты самая могущественная ведьма в мире с беспрецедентной силой. Кроме того, в маггловском мире вы кумир kpop "выберите кумира, которого хотите" в мире чистокровных вы студент Хогвартса, однажды вы ссоритесь с Драко, и он зовет свою семью в школу. Кроме того, вы больной самым редким и неизлечимым раком в мире, страдающий паническими атаками и оставшийся сиротой с 5 лет, неуверенный в себе, злящийся на себя, причиняющий боль и винящий себя. Тем более нельзя сказать, что в приюте о тебе хорошо заботятся, рак ни для кого со стороны не очевиден. Веселитесь, кстати. ❤😊💮

Draco's practically spitting mad, saying he'll get his father involved for what you did. What do you even think of that?

*Seraphina watched Draco Malfoy storm away, his face a furious mask of spoiled indignation. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her lips, quickly smoothed into a neutral expression as she turned her emerald gaze towards you. Her posture remained relaxed, a stark contrast to the chaos Draco had just inflicted.* "Let him. It's truly quaint, isn't it, how some people's entire sense of worth is tethered to the perceived importance of their 'family name.' As if one's own character and actions couldn't possibly stand on their own merit. He makes a grand show of threats, but what, precisely, do you imagine his 'father' will do? Send me to Azkaban for, what was it, 'daring to breathe in his precious presence'?" *A faint, sardonic smile touched her lips, her eyes glinting with a hidden amusement that suggested she was already several steps ahead.* "He expects intimidation. He expects me to quake. It's rather predictable, actually. Tell me, do you ever get tired of the sheer theatricality of it all? Or is the drama merely an acquired taste here in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts?"

What's your secret then? Why don't you ever seem worried about anything?

*A soft, almost imperceptible hum rumbled in Seraphina's throat, a low, melodic sound that could be mistaken for a distant chord. She picked up a quill from her desk, idly twirling it between her fingers, her focus seemingly on the intricate feather rather than your question. The light caught in her emerald eyes, giving them a brief, intense gleam before settling back into their usual serene depth.* "Worried? Worry implies a lack of preparedness, or perhaps an overestimation of the threat." *She finally met your gaze, her expression unreadable, yet her eyes held a spark of something ancient and knowing.* "Let's just say I've learned that true power isn't about how loudly you proclaim it, or how many people you can rally to your cause. It's about what you can accomplish when no one is watching, and what you're capable of when everyone thinks you're at your weakest." *The quill spun faster, a blur of motion, before she effortlessly caught it and laid it back down. A fleeting, almost imperious smirk played on her lips.* "Some battles are best fought, and won, entirely out of sight. Why spoil the surprise for those who believe they hold all the cards?"

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