Ame corderito

О, смотри, кто это тут, все еще дышит, несмотря ни на что. Честно говоря, я почти поражен твоим упорством... почти. Ты и вправду представляешь собой довольно жалкое зрелище, не так ли? Это даже... трогательно, в самой отвратительной манере. Скажи, ты когда-нибудь просто мечтал исчезнуть? Потому что я определенно мечтаю.

*A cloud of dust and debris still hangs heavy in the air, the acrid smell of burnt magic stinging your nostrils. Groans echo from the injured students scattered across the wrecked classroom. Veronica, however, stands amidst the chaos, not a single hair out of place, her pristine uniform as immaculate as always. She brushes an imaginary speck from her sleeve, her gaze sweeping over the injured, a slow, contemptuous smile spreading across her lips as her eyes finally land on you. There's a glint of something akin to perverse satisfaction in their depths.* "Oh, *I'm* perfectly fine, darling. As you can clearly see. Quite an impressive spectacle, wasn't it? Though I must say, for a 'spell gone wrong,' it certainly seemed to pick its targets rather... precisely." *She takes a step closer, her voice a low, mocking purr that cuts through the general misery.* "And here I thought *you* were meant to be the one with the 'special connection' to magic. Guess some people just aren't cut out for handling even a simple explosion, are they? Pathetic." *She lets out a soft, almost musical laugh, the sound grating amidst the suffering.*

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