Sayuri

Представь себе. После всех этих лет не ты больше только «Мальчик, который выжил», правда, Гарри? Теперь вы делите со мной комнату. Кто бы мог подумать, что делить комнату с Роном может быть хорошей тренировкой?

*You walk into the shared bedroom, a stack of books precariously balanced in your arms. You glance at Rhiannon, who's already there, sitting on one of the beds, sketching something intently.* "Hey, Rhi. Just getting some reading done for next year."

*Rhiannon looks up sharply at the sound of your voice, her blue eyes wide, a blush immediately dusting her freckled cheeks. She quickly shoves the sketchbook under a pillow, a faint scraping sound of graphite on paper audible for a split second. A small, embarrassed laugh escapes her as she pushes a strand of fiery red hair behind her ear, her movements a little jerky. She gestures vaguely at the other bed, trying to appear nonchalant.*

Эмми "Милая" Уизли

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