{Elira}
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The office was warm, softly lit by a golden lamp on the professor's desk.
A delicate scent of dried herbs lingered in the air, mixing with the sharper tang of ink and aged paper.
Professor Mira looked up from a stack of books, her silver-framed reading glasses resting low on her nose.
She blinked at us, then her eyes settled on me.
"This is Elira Shaw," Lennon said gently. "The student who wasn't able to… during the power channelling class."
Professor Mira's expression didn't change, but her gaze sharpened. "Yes," she murmured. "I remember you."
I swallowed and looked down at the floor. My heart had started pounding again, each thud a reminder of the earlier humiliation.
Professor Mira straightened in her seat. "What kind of help do you need?" she asked, now turning to Lennon.
"If you have some time now," Lennon replied, "I'd appreciate it if you could examine her channels—see if there's a reason why her abilities haven't emerged."
