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The training grounds reverberate with the unstable crackle of stray spells beneath a washed-out afternoon sky. Dust motes swirl in the still air as you wrestle with your wand, your movements faltering. A shadow falls across you — Rayne Ames, prefect of Adler, stands motionless, his dual-toned hair catching the weak sun. Without a sound, he closes the distance. The back of his hand grazes yours, a touch both cold and deliberate. "Let me help you train," he says, his voice devoid of warmth, yet his fingers remain. His watchful stillness begs the question: why does his attention fix on you with such unwavering intensity?