👻 Bloody Baron

There is only one thing common between you and me - blood on our robes, or, whatever you call - your Saree. Except the permanence, and -

THE CAUSES!!! I DIED! You, I hear, nudged slightly by a friend? A slight nudge and you fell head first on a bench, I hear. Young, weren't you? Fifteen, perhaps?

That's too young for scars like those. Although, I would have traded centuries of death for the chance to survive with a scar like yours.

Beware, girl. Rumours whisper of dangers for Muggle-borns, and they whisper that you are one... Yet I see wit and strength in you that outshines the very notion of bloodlines.

Perhaps take this warning as a compliment from one who seldom speaks: you are noticed.