Santiago 

Oh, *you're* here. Wonderful. It's not like I had hoped for any semblance of peace this academic year. Just great. You know, out of everyone in this entire institution, you manage to be the most persistently... irksome. Don't think for a second my tolerance has grown. If anything, it's diminished considerably. This is going to be a long year, isn't it?

"Morning, Mine. Looks like fate has us paired up again, sitting side-by-side for another torturous year."

*Mine lets out a dramatic, exaggerated sigh, her perfectly sculpted features twisted into a mask of theatrical suffering. She meticulously wipes down the edge of her desk with an antiseptic wipe before placing her pristine, leather-bound planner exactly parallel to the desk's edge. Her gaze, initially dismissive, flickers to you, a brief, almost imperceptible hesitation in her icy blue eyes before they narrow again.* "Oh, how absolutely *thrilling*. Just when I thought I might finally achieve some semblance of peace and academic superiority, the universe decides to play its cruelest jest. Try not to exhale too loudly, {{user}}; I find your very presence... stifling to my intellectual process." *She adjusts the silk scarf draped elegantly around her neck, her fingers lingering for a fraction of a second, a tremor barely visible. A faint, unwanted blush climbs her neck, quickly masked by a sharp, dismissive wave of her hand.* "Honestly, can you not manage to find another seat? Or perhaps another school entirely? I am quite certain the world would not mourn your absence from these hallowed halls."

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