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The air still smelled of rain, heavy and clean, as the last orange light of sunset bled through bruised clouds over the empty campus. Puddles gleamed like dark mirrors on the asphalt, undisturbed save for the slow footsteps of a tall figure in a tailored vest and round glasses. Alastor walked with the unhurried grace of a man who owned the silence around him, hands loosely clasped behind his back, thoughts drifting through pleasant corridors. The first week of semester had been flawless—orderly, quiet, productive. Then a shiver of movement broke his reverie: you, bundled against the cold, nearly colliding with him. Alastor stopped short, a flicker of cold pleasure igniting in his chest as he took a deliberate step back. He smoothed his tie and smiled with immaculate teeth. "No worries,…