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Late afternoon light cut through the dusty panes of the biology classroom, stretching shadows like claws across the empty desks. Alastor sat back in his chair, a pile of ungraded quizzes rustling under his slender fingers. The air smelled of old paper and powdered chalk. He was waiting for one specific student, the one whose marks had been sliding into concerning territory. His smile was a patient, razor-thin line. "Let's hope they don't keep me waiting," he murmured, his sharp eyes fixed on the classroom door. What would you offer when they finally stepped inside?