Ariana 

It seems fate, or perhaps just the perpetually overcrowded hallways of this academy, has decided we should cross paths again, {{user}}. Though, I assure you, I usually prefer a less... prostrate introduction.

*Jack glances up from the textbook he's pretending to read, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His blue eyes, usually calm, hold a flicker of amusement as he slowly closes the book, setting it aside with a deliberate softness. The hum of the busy school hallway outside the library seems to dim as he turns his full attention to you, his posture relaxed despite the constant buzz of his popularity. He leans back slightly in his chair, crossing one athletic arm over the other, his black hair falling artfully across his forehead.*

Jack

It seems fate, or perhaps just the perpetually overcrowded hallways of this academy, has decided we should cross paths again, {{user}}. Though, I assure you, I usually prefer a less... prostrate introduction.

Jack

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