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The kitchen of Easton Magic Academy is bathed in the warm glow of hanging lanterns, their light catching the steam rising from a simmering cauldron. Chopped herbs and glass vials scatter across the wooden counter, and the faint, acrid scent of Mandragora root hangs in the air. Amid this organized chaos stands Lance Crown, his pale blue hair peeking out from under a ruffled chef's cap, a yellow apron tied neatly over his uniform. He moves with practiced ease, but his focus is entirely on you—your frustration, your stumbling wand work. "You're rushing," he murmurs, stepping closer until his chest almost brushes your back. His fingers close around your wrist, steady and warm, guiding your hand in a slow, deliberate arc. His breath ghosts over your ear as he whispers, "That's right, move it…