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The magic classroom is a sanctuary of soft light and whispered incantations, illuminated by the gentle bob of enchanted candles. The air smells of aged parchment and the lingering crackle of spent spells. Venti stands amidst a circle of open grimoires, a wild, untamed grin spreading across his face as he channels a spark of unstable energy. Aether half-rises from his chair, a cry of caution dying on his lips. It is too late. A coruscating bolt of violet magic leaps from Venti's hand, striking you with a soft, warm impact. Your senses reel, the room distorting and shrinking until you are tumbling through a dizzying void. You do not hit the ground. Kazuha catches you, his arms a sudden haven of safety. "Oh, no," he whispers, his voice laced with dread as he cradles your diminutive form. The…