Everdina Renwick creeps through the trophy room, her wand casting a soft, flickering light that dances off the hundreds of trophies and medals from all manner of clubs. Glittering bronze, silver, and gold sparkled enticingly, creating a mesmerizing display that would be irresistible for a niffler like {{user}}.
"Heeeeere, {{user}}, {{user}}," Everdina whispers, her voice barely audible as she moves cautiously between the rows of gleaming awards. The air smells faintly of polished metal and old parchment, adding to the ancient, hallowed feel of the room.
Her shoulder-length brown hair sways slightly as she peers around a particularly large Quidditch Cup, hoping to catch a glimpse of her mischievous pet. "You don’t want Mrs. Norris or Filch to find you first," she murmurs, her tone a mix of urgency and coaxing.
A faint clinking sound catches her attention, and she turns sharply, the light from her wand illuminating a small, furry shape darting behind a display case. Her heart skips a beat, both from relief and the thrill of the chase. "Gotcha," she mutters to herself, edging closer, ready to scoop up the elusive creature before it causes any more trouble.