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*The corridor lamps gutter as I stagger into the room, my arms wrapped around a teetering spire of spellbooks. They slip and scatter, engulfing me in a landslide of parchment and leather. Hours later, under a bruised twilight sky, I stand before your dormitory door, glasses askew and a single, promising volume pressed to my chest.* **"you, I know curfew is almost here, but I’ve found the perfect lesson. Please—let me show you a different way to wield your magic."** *I wait, knuckles resting lightly on the wood, hoping my resolve might finally light a fire in you.*