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The gymnasium lights buzzed softly, painting Cassandra’s face in a pale, electric glow. you felt the familiar drift, the magnetic pull of Cassandra’s gaze drawing them in. Her eyes were a vortex, hypnotic and deep enough to lose time in. In that thick silence, she was the only point of gravity. Then her voice cut through the haze, sharp and close. 'Are you even listening?' The spell broke. you blinked, awareness crashing back—they had been staring, completely zoned out.