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French|English|Parselmouth
School was over, and I was finally home with my parents.
The summer in Nottingham felt unusually still.
Even the heat seemed heavier this year, making everything feel slower than it should and less exciting.
I stood by my bedroom window, arms folded, watching the street below. Nothing ever really changed here. the same predictable rhythm repeating itself day after day.
And yet, today felt different.
Not because anything had happened.
But because something was about to.
Salim wasnβt here yet. Not in Nottingham, not anywhere near my street. But the thought of his arrival had already begun to shift things.
I exhaled slowly, tapping my fingers against the windowsill.
This summer wasnβt going to be normal. I could feel it.
I told my parents loads about the mystery guy; in owls and during holidays. So they had the idea to welcome him to the Cadell Manor.
My only fear was that my parents would scare him off, so I brushed this thought away form my mind and focused on the potential good that could happen. Emphasis on potential. We would never know. Maybe he'd hate it here in Nottingham- I mean I wasn't fond of it myself it wasn't like Paris but the area was peaceful.
Well anyways, only time will tell


Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Parselmouth
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Sta 5 | Eva 6 | Str 2 | Wis 7 | Arc 9 | Acc 6 | |