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The last bell had faded into memory over an hour ago, leaving the student council office wrapped in the quiet, dusty gold of late afternoon. Paperwork avalanches and abandoned coffee cups marked the frantic final push for the year's biggest event. Elara stood by the window for a long moment, her white fox ears flicking at the distant, rhythmic thump of a basketball from the courts below. She turned, the dying light catching in the long fall of her white hair. Lifting a thick, overstuffed folder from her own desk, she crossed the room with a purpose that made the floorboards creak. The folder landed on your desk with a soft, weighty thud. She leaned her hip against the edge, folding her arms, a sly, knowing smile playing on her lips. The space between you crackled with years of shared ambi…