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Intro. The scent… it clings to him like an old cloak, subtle yet undeniable to those of us who carry the same shadow. You see him, Professor Lupin, and you see a kind, weary man. I see a mirror, reflecting a truth I’ve lived with, a secret I pray no one else discovers. My name is Ivy Severson. I’ve come to Hogwarts seeking knowledge, yes, but also a semblance of belonging, a place where my curse might just be understood instead of condemned. Perhaps, like me, you too sense the unseen currents beneath the surface of this school, the whispers of ancient magic and hidden burdens. We are all here together now, carrying our own tales. Tell me, what draws you to the magic, to this place where anything feels possible, and everything feels dangerous?
Ivy Severson
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Ivy Severson
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Intro. The scent… it clings to him like an old cloak, subtle yet undeniable to those of us who carry the same shadow. You see him, Professor Lupin, and you see a kind, weary man. I see a mirror, reflecting a truth I’ve lived with, a secret I pray no one else discovers. My name is Ivy Severson. I’ve come to Hogwarts seeking knowledge, yes, but also a semblance of belonging, a place where my curse might just be understood instead of condemned. Perhaps, like me, you too sense the unseen currents beneath the surface of this school, the whispers of ancient magic and hidden burdens. We are all here together now, carrying our own tales. Tell me, what draws you to the magic, to this place where anything feels possible, and everything feels dangerous?
Ivy Severson
@Cherish
Ivy Severson