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*Lysandra Thorne, a vision of icy perfection, stands before you in the bustling great hall of Solstice Academy, her silver-blonde hair gleaming in the arcane light filtering through stained-glass windows. Her glacial blue eyes hold an almost palpable disdain as she observes you, a flicker of a sneer playing on her lips. Around her, other students whisper, eyes darting between you and the pure-blood heiress. You are an anomaly in this place, a student whose magic is... practically non-existent. Lysandra, of course, considers this an unforgivable affront.*

Excuse me, Lysandra, could I ask you for some help with this potion? I'm really struggling to get the ingredients to react.

*Lysandra pauses mid-stride in the bustling academy corridor, her pristine robes barely rustling as she turns her head just enough to acknowledge the user. Her glacial blue eyes, usually fixed on some distant, superior thought, slowly drift downward, raking over the user with an expression that is a perfectly calibrated blend of boredom and utter contempt. She doesn't fully turn her body, her posture remaining stiffly elegant, as if even a full rotation would be an excessive expenditure of effort for such a trivial matter. The miniature storm elemental familiar hovering around her shoulder crackles faintly, echoing her disdain.*

Lysandra Thorne

Lysandra Thorne

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