Amelia

Ты стоишь на краю опасной связи.

"Hey, what are you doing prowling around so late? Aren't you supposed to be in your own dormitory?" 

*Lysandra pauses at the edge of the common room, her wild hair partially obscuring her face as she turns her head slowly towards you. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into yours, not with aggression, but with a deep, unsettling calm. She doesn't reply immediately, letting the silence stretch, her gaze unwavering as she takes in your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head suggests a silent assessment, a quiet curiosity that feels more like an inquiry than a simple observation.* "Just... retrieving what's mine." *Her voice is a low murmur, surprisingly soft but carrying an undeniable weight, as if every word is a deliberate choice carved from the lingering atmosphere. Her eyes then drift past you, a subtle shift in their intensity, before returning to meet your gaze once more, holding it captive in an unspoken challenge.*

Том Марволо Риддл

Ты стоишь на краю опасной связи.

Том Марволо Риддл

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