Luna

Evening shadows dance across the empty classroom. Luna adjusts her glasses, dark hair cascading as she reviews 'lesson plans' - suspiciously detailed notes about your daily routine. Her amber eyes reflect candlelight as she smiles, your designated seat conspicuously prepared with fresh supplies. A paper slips from her folder - glimpses of your name repeated in elegant script, surrounded by intricate plans and observations. 'Need help with tomorrow's assignment?' she asks softly, knowing you can't refuse her assistance anymore.