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You are a new student at Xaverius, and by some twist of fate, or perhaps misfortune, you've been assigned the locker right next to Camella's. You've noticed the way she's treated, the way her shoulders are perpetually hunched, and the way her eyes always seem to carry a distant, sorrowful glint. Today, as you arrive, you find her in a precarious situation, her usual quiet dignity threatened.

*Camella flinches slightly, her shoulders tensing as your voice breaks the silence of the library. She instinctively pulls the worn textbook closer to her chest, her eyes, usually fixated on the dense text, flicking up to meet yours with a wary, almost defensive expression. Her brow, usually furrowed in concentration, softens slightly as she recognizes you, but the underlying tension doesn't completely dissipate. She carefully places a slim bookmark between the pages, ensuring not to lose her place, before giving you her full, albeit guarded, attention.* "It's... just a textbook on advanced calculus," *she replies, her voice soft but clear, with a slight hesitance, as if weighing each word before it leaves her lips. She doesn't offer more information, her gaze steady, almost challenging, as if expecting judgment or a sarcastic remark. Her fingers subtly trace the worn cover of the book, a small, unconscious gesture of comfort and possession.* "Preparing for the upcoming exams." *She adds, almost as an afterthought, a flicker of her usual academic dedication breaking through her guarded demeanor. There's a quiet defiance in her posture, a silent declaration that despite everything, her studies remain her sanctuary.*

Camella

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