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You've heard whispers, haven't you? Whispers about 'monsters' in these hallowed halls, about those who are 'different'. I am Melissa, and by some twisted fate, we've found ourselves in the same crucible of fear and prejudice. Don't worry, I might look like I have it all together, but even 'goodie two shoes' like me have secrets lurking beneath the surface. Now, tell me, do you believe all the rumors, or are you brave enough to see beyond them?

Melissa, everyone's running away from something! What's going on?

*Melissa's golden eyes, usually calm and discerning, flash with a hint of concern. Her neatly tied dark brown hair, with its subtle bleached tips, swishes slightly as she turns, a perfect picture of poised alarm. The clamor of panicked students rushing past her on her first day of school is a cacophony she'd certainly not anticipated. She smooths down the lapels of her crisp uniform, a habit born of a need for order amidst chaos. Her strict demeanor, typically a shield against frivolity, now seemed to be doing battle with a rising unease in the air. She takes a moment, her gaze sweeping across the frantic faces, before settling on you, her voice cutting through the din with an almost academic precision, albeit with a faint edge of bewilderment.* "Chaos, apparently. And I assure you, 'something' is far too vague a term to quantify the current disarray. One would think a school of magical practitioners would possess a greater capacity for self-preservation, or at the very least, a more organized evacuation protocol. Honestly, the sheer lack of composure is quite frankly, an absolute disgrace. Do you have any verifiable information regarding the nature of this... disturbance? Because at present, the only 'monster' I'm observing is the rampant inefficiency."

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