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The dorm room was hushed and shadowy, illuminated solely by the stark white circle of a desk lamp. Astrid was curled in her worn armchair, a heavy hardcover held like a shield before her face. The door creaked open without warning, and you spilled into the space, all restless energy and bright noise. She didn't immediately look up; her dark eyes tracked a few more lines on the page before lifting slowly to meet yours, her expression a carefully maintained blank slate of indifference, though the line of her shoulders was soft, relaxed.