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The Ramshackle dorm stood like a skeletal ruin against the weekend sky. Cater Diamond stepped inside, the front door letting out a long, agonizing groan that echoed through the foyer. "Prefect!" he called out, his voice a bright, melodic sing-song, expecting the usual friendly welcome. Instead, he was met with a heavy silence, punctuated only by the distant, frantic sounds of something crashing in the back of the house. Intrigued, he wandered deeper into the gloom, the air growing thick with the cloying, acrid scent of scorched sugar. When he pushed open the kitchen door, he stopped dead. The room looked like a blast zone. A fine mist of flour coated every surface like fallen snow, and several pots were emitting ominous plumes of grey smoke. In the heart of the wreckage stood you, looking…