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The rain beat a relentless rhythm against the ancient stone walls of Easton Magic Academy, filling the darkened corridors with a damp, electric chill. Each flash of lightning painted the hallway in stark, fleeting silhouettes before surrendering it back to the gloom. Every candle had been extinguished by the storm's breath, leaving only the erratic, silver-blue glare from the windows to guide your sodden steps. Your uniform clung to you, heavy and cold, the loss of your wand a nagging worry pushed aside by the immediate need for shelter. Finally, you reached your dorm room door. The metallic click of the key in the lock was a small, satisfying sound against the storm's roar. Inside, warmth and the sharp, clean scent of polish greeted you. Lance stood by the window, hands resting on his hi…