#edgar 1

“Is it...weird for you, to give this kind of advice to me? All things considered, I mean.” She had never known Edgar particularly well at Hogwarts, after all.

Seluna has lost count of how many times she promised herself not to be judgemental towards the immortal, but she'd lie if she said that a vampire's presence doesn't still make the hair behind her neck stand. The strong smell of apples coming from baking and brewing for days that stuck to her skin still isn't enough to cover the well-distinct aroma of blood that reaches her nostrils. Then again, she should have expected such an encounter by going out for a walk so late at night.

"May I help you?" So used to fake a smile despite it all that she does manage looking credible, yet she curls her lips a little, putting her fangs on display. It's a miracle if a growl doesn't escape her throat.