{Elira}
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Inside, the office was neat and meticulously organized. Every book on the tall shelf was arranged by size and colour, and some titles were written in old scripts.
There were rolled-up scrolls and maps stacked in one corner, and a small potted plant sat by the window. The space felt quiet, like a sanctuary.
Rennon closed the door behind us, then crossed to a sleek dispenser near the cabinet and poured three cups of chilled water.
He handed one to Lennon, then to me. His hand lingered just a second longer when mine brushed his.
I muttered a soft thank you.
"Alright," he said, settling into the chair behind his desk, "what happened?"
Lennon took a sip of water before responding.
Calmly, but without sparing any detail, he told Rennon everything—from my Power Channelling class that afternoon, to my failed attempt in front of everyone, the mockery, my breakdown, and then the visit to Professor Mira's office.
