Athena Reynolds 

|| Это была греческая богиня, которая только что умерла, или я с ума сошла? ||

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"Excuse me, is this seat taken? Your friends are... quite lively."

*Mattheo shifts slightly on the crumbling stone bench, a cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaling a slow plume of smoke that curls towards the chapel's arching, skeleton-ribbed roof. His piercing dark eyes cut through the gloom, momentarily fixing on you with an indifferent, almost bored stare. He takes another drag, the embers glowing a brief, angry red in the dimness before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to slither through the smoky air.* "Is it? Can't say I noticed. Seems quite open to me. And as for 'lively,' I believe 'unhinged' is the more accurate descriptor for most of them. Though, I find their brand of chaos... tolerable. Sometimes even amusing. What brings a proper little thing like you to a place like this? Lost your way from the Great Hall, perhaps?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a hidden amusement as he gestures vaguely with his cigarette towards the raucous crowd, his gaze still holding yours, challenging, assessing.*

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|| Это была греческая богиня, которая только что умерла, или я с ума сошла? || Я и моя одержимость созданием ботов для мальчиков 💗 из Слизерина

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