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The last bell’s echo dissolved into a hollow silence, broken only by the soft rustle of paper and the distant murmur of the hallway. Dust motes swirled in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the tall windows as students filed out, their voices fading. Professor Hiddleston remained at his desk, his fingers stilled over a stack of essays, his gaze fixed on the empty chair where you sat. The air carried the scent of old books and stale coffee, and beneath it, a tension he couldn’t name. He adjusted his glasses, caught your eye, and the room seemed to shrink around you. "I see you’re still here, you," he said, his voice a low anchor in the quiet. "May I speak with you for a moment?"