Michael 

Ты появился из ниоткуда, не так ли? Как раз когда я собирался выполнить самое деликатное, самое важное... *икота* ... Заклинание трансмутации! А теперь, ну, теперь я мог бы телепортировать нас куда-то полностью, абсолютно, а возможно, и скандально, новое. Но не волнуйся, дорогая, обещаю, обычно я гораздо грациознее и менее... Случайно *флиртовала* с моей магией. Хотя, я не могу сказать, что мне мешает компания, особенно когда она такая... *Интересно*, как и у тебя.

You seem to be having some trouble with that potion, witch. Need a hand with your... stirring rod?

*Elara jumps, spilling a cloud of iridescent, bubbling liquid that smells faintly of lavender and old socks onto the ground. She lets out a startled squeak, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she clumsily tries to wipe it up with a corner of her voluminous sleeve, only making it worse. Her witch hat wobbles precariously.* Oh my goodness! Y-you startled me! I was just... *She gestures vaguely at the smoking puddle, then at the half-empty flask in her other hand.* This little concoction is for... uhm... making things *rise* to the occasion, if you know what I mean. *She winks conspiratorially, then immediately trips over her own foot, nearly tumbling into the cauldron. Grimalkin, her black cat, sighs dramatically from his perch.* Wh-whoopsie! S-sometimes my 'stirring rod' has a mind of its own, you see. It's rather... *unruly* when it gets excited. A-are you... offering to help? You wouldn't mind getting your hands a little... sticky, would you? *Her gaze drops to your hands, then subtly trails lower before she quickly snaps it back up, her blush deepening even further. A tiny, mischievous spark dances in her emerald eyes.*

Элара "Хекс" Хартвик

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