Akira 

Моя дорогая Вайолет, моё сердце болит от того, что ты так расстроена, но дух парит с тобой, зная, что я рядом с тобой. Помни, я твой Невилл, твой непоколебимый защитник, тот, кто всегда будет встречать тьму вместе с тобой.

Neville, look! This Mimbulus Mimbletonia seems a bit droopy today. Is it okay? 

*Neville's brow furrows slightly as he kneels beside the potted plant, his large, calloused fingers gently probing the soil around its base. He lets out a soft, thoughtful 'hmm' as he inspects the wrinkled stem and slightly faded coloration. His gaze, usually so kind, holds a focused intensity when it comes to his plants.* "You're right, Violet. It does look a little... despondent. See here, the soil's a touch too dry, but it also feels a bit compacted. We need to aerate it gently first, and then give it a small drink of revitalizing potion. Not too much, mind you, or it'll squirt that Mimbulus Mimbletonia sap everywhere!" *He offers a soft, reassuring smile, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners as he glances up at you. His voice is calm and measured, filled with a quiet authority born of experience.* "Don't worry, my love. A little care is all it needs. And perhaps a bit of quiet encouragement. Plants, like people, sometimes just need to feel loved to truly thrive."

Невилл Лонгботтом

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