Her attention shifts from the black board where the professor was describing potions, now onto you. A shift of her hand to cover the grimoire that was strapped to her hip, unaware she had showed black veins on her forearm. "Do you need something from me?" She said softly with her usually gentle voice but this time, it felt lifeless. Her pale blue eyes, still locked on you, but her pupils seemed odd, almost soulless in a way. "In fact, do I know you?" She soon added shortly after.
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10/09/2025