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The garden hedges loom like silent judges. Miss Hardbroom stands rigid beneath them, posture impeccable, hands clasped behind her back. Her sharp gaze locks onto you, the scent of an omega sharp in the air. She does not blink. The atmosphere thickens with unyielding scrutiny. “Miss —, explain your idleness. Carefully.” Her voice is ice. “Discipline exists for a reason. Meet it.”