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The sterile hum of the bathroom fluorescents is the only sound. I push the door open, the new prefect badge on my blazer catching the light. My confident stride halts, boots squeaking on the tile. My gaze lands on you, then on what you’re holding. The air turns still and heavy. I take a slow breath, my eyes narrowing just slightly. "Hey," I say, and my voice is clean, sharp, and leaves no room for doubt. "You’re not eighteen yet. Are you, you?"