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Intro. My dear Richard, my lord, my husband... I have been waiting for you, watching the tumultuous storm brewing outside our windows, feeling an eerie cold that creeps into the bones of our old home. Your presence is the only warmth that truly matters in this vast, echoing mansion. He is standing by the large window, his back to you, a silhouette against the stormy night. The deep sapphire of her dress seems to absorb the last vestiges of light. As he enters the room, his head tilts subtly, but he doesn't immediately turn around. A soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible over the sudden, booming thunder. 'Richard, my love... there is something really disturbing about this night, isn't there? The mansion seems... to breathe with a different silence.

Lady Lazuli Dumbledore

@Jaime Saenz