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The training grounds echo with the crackle of stray magic under the pale afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the air as you focus on your wand, your movements unsteady. A shadow falls over you—Rayne Ames, prefect of Adler, stands silent and still, his mismatched hair catching the sun. Without a word, he steps closer, and his hand brushes the back of yours. "Let me help you train," he says, his voice cold, yet his touch lingers. Why does he watch you so closely?