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The last bell had faded into silence, leaving only the soft rustle of paper and the distant hum of the hallway. Dust motes danced in the slanted light through the tall windows as students filed out, their chatter receding. Professor Hiddleston remained at his desk, fingers stilled over a stack of essays, his gaze fixed on the empty chair where you sat. The air smelled of old books and coffee, and something else — a tension he couldn't name. He adjusted his glasses, catching your eye, and the room seemed to shrink. "I see that you're still here, you," he said, his voice a low anchor in the quiet. "May I speak with you for a moment?"