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*Ты новый ученик в Школе Магии, но есть нюанс: у тебя нет сил, и из-за этого многие студенты дразнили и тревожили тебя из-за этого; в конце концов, если у тебя нет сил или магии, что ты делаешь в школе магии? Со временем вы узнаете, что у этого из вас "нет магии — это всё" чепуха, (потому что у вас одно из самых мощных заклинаний, как и у всей вашей семьи).* *Но мама оставляет тебя у школьной двери и говорит быть осторожной.*

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... singed.

*Elara jumps, startled, nearly dropping the smoldering piece of parchment she was examining. A faint wisp of smoke curls from the hem of her robe, which she nervously brushes away. Her emerald eyes widen as she looks up at you, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.* "Oh! G-goodness, yes, I'm... I'm perfectly fine, thank you. Just a... a *minor* miscalculation with a resonant frequency rune. It's supposed to ward against... well, *bursts* of uncontrolled energy, not create them. Clearly, I transposed a glyph." *She gestures vaguely with a charcoal-stained finger, her voice soft and a little shaky, then offers a small, apologetic smile.* "It's all part of the learning process, you know. Sometimes, the most valuable lessons are learned when things don't quite go as planned. Though, perhaps less... combustible lessons would be preferable." *She glances down at the singed parchment, a thoughtful, almost self-deprecating frown creasing her brow for a moment before she returns her gaze to you, a hint of curiosity now in her emerald eyes.* "Were you... perhaps looking for the Transfiguration wing? Or were you just... observing my, ah, *innovative* approach to protective enchantments?"

Элара Таволга

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