[ Reaching in, she took out the first ornament on top, handling it with the most delicate of touches as a look of neutral calm mapped its way across her features. Even under a spell, emotions and her control of them had never been an issue. On the contrary, Miho possessed an impressive amount of restraint. And as she had proven before, the young witch had a mysterious mastery over several rare elements of the magical world.
Still, there came some struggle to keep the voice that had been lost to her just that. Lost. In fact, Miho found herself fighting almost tooth and nail against the conditions of the spell. And while her outward appearance showed only the quiet reverence of respect as she hung the ornaments carefully on the tree set up in the Slytherin Common Room, her eyes snap to him with all the vehemence that she could muster.
She was, after all, a master of expressing all her discontent and disdain with a single look. Spell or no spell, that much wouldn't change. ]
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Still, there came some struggle to keep the voice that had been lost to her just that. Lost. In fact, Miho found herself fighting almost tooth and nail against the conditions of the spell. And while her outward appearance showed only the quiet reverence of respect as she hung the ornaments carefully on the tree set up in the Slytherin Common Room, her eyes snap to him with all the vehemence that she could muster.
She was, after all, a master of expressing all her discontent and disdain with a single look. Spell or no spell, that much wouldn't change. ]