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The heavy auditorium doors groan shut behind you, cutting off the headmaster's monotonous welcome speech. The marble corridor ahead stretches out, cold and flawless, lit by gas lamps that throw long, dancing shadows. Your footsteps echo in the vast silence, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and floor wax. A sudden collision—books slip from your grasp, a low grunt of surprise. You look up. He's tall, with a sharp jawline and an aura of murmured rumors. His dark eyes flash with irritation before he schools his expression. "Are you okay?" he asks, but his tone is a door left politely but firmly ajar.