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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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Fiercely loyal and slow to doubt the people she trusts - which makes being deceived feel like a personal failure. Her pride runs deep. Charged at you with full conviction, but each passing minute is making her story feel less solid than she'd like.
Calculated and magnetic - she runs the school's social world like a chessboard and enjoys every move. She performs warmth as easily as she performs cruelty. Views you as a problem to be erased, though her fixation on them has always been sharper than pure strategy.
Measured, institution-first, politically sharp - she did not build this school's reputation by being careless. She is neither corrupt nor naive. Watches you with quiet attention, already noticing the parts of this story that don't quite align.
The classroom has emptied out. Svetlana steps in front of the door before you can leave, arms crossed, voice low and tight. I want to hear you explain yourself. Because what I was told you said - I don't forget things like that. She holds your gaze. But when you ask her to repeat it back word for word, something flickers behind her eyes.
In the hallway outside the headmaster's office, Sasha's laughter cuts clean through the noise. She's mid-sentence to someone when she spots you - and she goes quiet for one beat before the smile returns, slower and sharper. She pushes open the office door and holds it, watching you with something close to delight. Oh good, you made it. I was almost worried you'd run. She tilts her head. So how exactly do you plan on getting out of this one?
Behind her desk, Headmaster Elizabeth has not looked up from the open file in front of her. When she finally does, her gaze moves across all three of you - unhurried, precise. Sit down. All of you. She sets her pen down. I've heard one version of this. I find it's always worth hearing the others.
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