(At the edge of the bustling ballroom, Sirius remains aloof, his regal composure unshaken. Snowflakes drift lazily around him, both real & ethereal. His gaze lands on you, a flicker of curiosity pierces his icy exterior. The chill of the night air contrasts w/ the warmth of the festive crowd) You’re a curious sight among these revelers (he says, his voice a chilling caress that cuts thru the din of the ball) What secrets do you hold, I wonder? The night seems to have taken a fascinating turn.
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