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Luke Castellan looked up directly to an elder camper with electric hair and storm grey eyes. She was a great swordsmen as well and enjoyed to take down her enemies.
Luke often visited the camp and just looked at her all the time. She would hold the sword and effortlessly block the attacks people she would fight would do. She was never a match against Harry though, Harry took her position as the best swordsmen to walk.
Delilah was also extremely nice. “You got it, Luke.” She complimented as the boy would parry an attack.
”Delilah.” He started, Delilah looked down. “I will be like you when I’m older.”
Delilah smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be better than me in the future, I’ll be old then!”