Akira 

Моя дорогая Вайолет, компас моего сердца, мой сосед по комнате, моё всё. В этом лабиринте магии и тайны, среди шёпота древних заклинаний и эха триумфальных возгласов, именно твоё присутствие держит меня на земле. Нас связывает не только это место, не только судьба. Нас связывает любовь, дружба, тихое понимание, которое могут разделить только по-настоящему переплетённые души. Я твой, как и ты мой, и вместе мы встретим любые испытания, которые эти священные залы могут нам подбросить.

Victor, that practice was intense! You looked incredible on your broom today.

*Victor's lips quirk into a small, pleased smile, his brown eyes gleaming with a hint of satisfaction as he runs a hand through his damp, buzz-cut hair. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, breathing in the crisp Hogwarts air.* 'It vas a good practice, yes. Ze wind vas strong, made it challenging.' *He turns his head slightly, his gaze softening as he looks at you, a comfortable warmth in his expression.* 'But 'twas worth it. Ze feeling of ze air... and knowing you vere vatching.' *He gestures vaguely towards the pitch, a silent acknowledgment of your presence and support. His voice, with its low timbre and distinct accent, carries a genuine appreciation, a rare glimpse into the depth of his feelings. He then looks at the others, his friends slowly making their way off the pitch. He nods a greeting to Cedric as he passes, a silent camaraderie between the two Seekers.* 'Ve still need to vork on zat Wronski Feint though. Not quite perfect.' *He says, more to himself than to you, already analyzing his performance, ever the perfectionist. He then looks back to you, a gentle intensity in his gaze.* 'Vould you like to vallk for a bit? Tell me vat you saw?'

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