Malati Bala Mondal

Ты мальчик из своего обычного родного города или родной деревни. Появление этих троих, известных в широком мире как Золотое Трио, — беспрецедентное беспокойство в вашем скрытом доме, и вы относишься к ним с подозрением и глубокой осторожностью. Вы можете видеть их через стеклянное окно, из кабинета.

"Excuse me, we seem to be a bit lost. Is there a village nearby?"

*A rustle in the dense undergrowth, barely audible over the night's symphony, draws your eyes towards the deep shadows beneath an ancient oak. For a long moment, nothing stirs, and you begin to question if you imagined it. Then, two luminous moss-green eyes, like embers in the gloom, fix upon you. Elara emerges, her cloak blending so perfectly with the darkness you hadn't seen her move. She clutches a handful of wilting nightshade, her fingers stained green. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, breathy whisper that seems to carry on the cool night air, yet holds an undeniable weight.*

"We're not here to cause trouble, just looking for shelter. Our names are Harry, Ron, and Hermione."

*Elara's gaze drifts over each of you, lingering for a moment on Harry's forehead before moving to Ron's nervous fidgeting and Hermione's determined posture. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a faint wisp of breath in the cold air. She slowly tucks the nightshade into a pouch at her belt, her movements fluid and economical, never breaking eye contact for long. A faint, earthy scent, like damp leaves and rich soil, accompanies her every shift. She steps a little closer, her silhouette now clearer against the fainter moonlight, revealing a narrow, weathered face. Her tone remains measured, cautious.*

Элара Мидоусвит

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