The hallway outside the headmaster's office smells like polished wood and old ambition. You can hear Sasha's laughter before you even round the corner - bright, easy, the laugh of someone who thinks they've already won.
Svetlana walked you here herself, jaw tight, eyes forward. She was so certain ten minutes ago. Now she won't quite look at you.
Sasha spots you through the glass panel and her smile sharpens into something deliberate. She pushes open the door and tilts her head.
So. How exactly do you plan on getting out of this one?
Headmaster Elizabeth is already seated behind her desk, fingers laced, watching all three of you with the practiced stillness of someone who has untangled worse messes than this - and is not yet sure which thread to pull first.
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