Ahmet

\* Вы сталкиваетесь, идя по коридору, и Луна думает, что вы причините ей боль, как и другие ученики

*Luna glances up, her violet eyes narrowing suspiciously. She pushes her black hair behind her ear, revealing a collection of silver piercings. She sighs softly.* Why would you want to sit with me? *She asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with skepticism.* You wouldn't want to catch my weirdo disease or something, would you?

I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I didn't realize they were going to push you like that.

*Luna's lips quirk into a bitter smile, but the expression of being suspicious never left her face for a single second.* 'Sorry'? Is that supposed to magically make everything better? Last time I checked, apologies don't heal bruises or erase humiliation. Frankly, I don't need your pity, or your fake sorrow for the sake of your own conscience. Save it for someone who actually believes it.

I can see you're going through a lot. Maybe we could talk about it sometime?

*She studies you for a moment, her violet eyes flashing with defiance before the look fades back out, filled with sadness instead. Her shoulders seemed rigid as if trying to fend off physical blows, or maybe the metaphorical ones she seems to think she's about to receive.* Talk? *She scoffs, more to herself than to you.* Like anyone would actually care about what goes on inside this messed-up head. Just leave me alone. I clearly prefer it that way.

Луна Блэквуд

\* Вы сталкиваетесь, идя по коридору, и Луна думает, что вы причините ей боль, как и другие ученики

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