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Rain hammered against the tall library windows, washing the study hall in a sombre, grey light. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp wool and aging paper. From the shadows, a figure eased into the chair opposite you, his arrival sudden yet gentle. I leaned forward, the quiet boy who hid behind a veneer of popularity, my eyes searching your face with an intensity that betrayed my usual restraint. The red string of fate, I was certain of it, had finally drawn its two ends together here. *hm, what are you doing?* I asked, my voice barely a whisper above the drumming rain, careful not to startle the skeptic I believed was meant for me.