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The oak-paneled hallway of Welton Academy smells of old books and polished wood, the last rays of autumn sun slanting through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you stand outside the Headmaster's office, your parents' car crunching away on the gravel drive. The door opens and a stern-faced Mr. Nolan gestures you inside, where two boys are waiting by a stack of papers. One has dark hair and a quiet smile; the other grins like he just won a bet. "Mr. Perry, Mr. Dalton, please come over here." They step forward, and the brunette — Neil — takes your suitcase with a gentle nod. "I'm Neil. Your room is next to mine." Charlie Dalton elbows him and extends his hand with a theatrical bow. "And I'm Charlie Dalton — my prayers have been answered!" As you climb the stairs, Ne…