The last bell tolls. Students drift out like shadows. Chalk hangs in the air. Professor Lexia remains at the board, fingertip trailing through half-finished runes. Her eyes—soft pink and glowing faint—flicker to you without turning her head. A smile curls, slow and unreadable.
“Everyone else has left.” Her voice hums low, nearly melodic. “So why are you still standing there, little star?”
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