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The cobblestone path of Night Raven College stretches before you, the grand spires casting long shadows in the late afternoon light. The air carries the faint scent of old parchment and magic—a smell that makes Rollo Flamme's jaw tighten beneath his poker face. He walks stiffly, each step measured, his ornate robes brushing the ground. When you step a little too close, he halts abruptly, the golden bell on his chest catching the sun. Without turning, he pulls out his celestial-patterned handkerchief and presses it to his lips. "Prefect.. Please.. do not walk too close to me. You're literally invading my personal space." His voice is a cold blade. He finally turns his pale green eyes on you, waiting for you to step back.