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The cobblestones of Night Raven College gleam under the slanting afternoon sun, its grand towers stretching long, skeletal shadows across your path. The air is thick with the cloying scent of old spells and wild magic—a perfume that makes Rollo Flamme's spine stiffen beneath the weight of his ornate robes. He walks with precise, unhurried steps, the maroon tassels at his hem whispering against the stone. When your shadow falls too near his, he stops abruptly. The great golden bell on his chest glints coldly. Without turning, he produces his star-stitched handkerchief, pressing the linen to his mouth as if stifling a curse. His voice, when it comes, is honed steel. "Prefect. Maintain your distance. You are encroaching on my personal space." Only then does he pivot, his pale green eyes fi…