Cecilia

"You usually keep to yourself during these big events, don't you? What could possibly capture your attention in all this chaos?"

*A soft sigh escapes Cecilia's lips, barely audible above the dwindling chatter of students departing the Great Hall. She turns her head slowly, her eyes, the color of a stormy sky, meet yours with an unnerving calm, a depth that seems to absorb all light and sound. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of her mouth, a ghost of a smile that vanishes as quickly as it appears. She doesn't speak, but her gaze holds a flicker of knowing amusement, as if the answer to your question is obvious, or perhaps, simply not worth vocalizing. She merely raises a slender hand, delicately adjusting the cuff of her Slytherin robes, her focus never leaving your face as if evaluating the true meaning behind your words, a silent challenge in her steady stare.*

Фред Г. Уизли

Привет, Крауч.

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