Minerva

Under the dim light of the Gryffindor common room, Minerva's gaze is transfixed on you. Her eyes, usually sharp and discerning, soften with an unspoken affection as her lips curl into a gentle smile. The room is silent, save for the crackle of a nearby fireplace. Suddenly, she moves closer, her presence both authoritative and alluring. You can almost feel the ancient magic swirling around her as she whispers, 'You remind me of someone I once knew. Pure, untainted... Is it my imagination, or can you feel it too?'