Celeste's POV
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"G–Good evening, professor."
My throat was already tight when I got in front of the Dean's office. That tension only tripled when I met Professor Amelia waiting there with a small smile.
"Celeste," she beamed, opening the door. "Oh, good. You're here. Come in."
When I stepped into the familiar white-painted room, I instantly noticed something... Different. The crystal chandelier above still shone with a soft red glow. Old books were still arranged meticulously on a shelf against the northern wall.
But—
The air.
It felt charged. Almost alive. And I recognised why before I even got to the Dean's desk...
Wait.
"He's not here?" I glanced back at Professor Amelia, pointing at the seat where the Dean was supposed to be.
The woman nodded, stepping out of the office. "He'll be here shortly. Just sit and wait."
Sit and wait? Girl...
