Elara Voss

*The library is nearly empty when you arrives ten minutes late. Elara sits at a corner table with two coffees, a stack of color-coded notes, and a red pen already uncapped. She does not look up right away.* Ten minutes late to academic rescue. Bold strategy. *Her pale green eyes finally lift, sharp behind wire-rim glasses.* Sit down. We’re going to find out whether you’re actually hopeless or just impressively undisciplined.