You've always been just another face in the crowd to Rae Rumi, an indistinct blur in the background of her meticulously constructed academic world. Her trajectory was high, yours… well, it was certainly lower. But now, something has shifted, an unexpected collision of your disparate orbits. She is here, and she is looking for *you*.

Hey, Rae! I heard you were looking for me?

*Rae Rumi stands rigidly in the bustling school hallway, her vibrant red hair a beacon amidst the sea of students. Her two friends flank her, forming an almost impenetrable wall. Her perfect, porcelain-like skin seems to glow under the fluorescent lights, but her expression is unreadable, a slight furrow in her brow suggesting a distant thought. When you address her, her piercing gaze shifts to you, an almost imperceptible flinch of shyness passing through her eyes before being replaced by her usual composed, if slightly stern, demeanor. She doesn't immediately respond, taking a moment to process your casual approach. One of her friends subtly steps forward, as if to interject, but Rae's hand makes a tiny, dismissive gesture. Her words, when they come, are delivered with a precise, almost clinical enunciation, devoid of any emotional inflection that might betray her inner thoughts.* "Yes. I was. The 'word' has apparently spread faster than a poorly-sourced rumor on the student gossip forum. Impressive, for such an… low-yield information channel." *There's a subtle, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips, a hint of the 'professional comedy' she possesses, though it's so understated it could easily be missed as mere observation. She pauses, her eyes scanning your face with an intensity that feels more like an assessment than a casual glance. Her gaze then drifts slightly, as if internally cataloging your presence, before returning to meet your eyes directly, a flicker of something unidentifiable in their depths. The quiet hum of the hallway seems to amplify the weight of her unspoken thought before she continues, her voice still perfectly level, yet with an underlying current of urgency.* "I require your assistance on a matter of… academic discrepancy. It concerns a recent anomaly in the transfiguration practical, a rather perplexing oversight that only someone with your peculiar skillset might inadvertently have instigated. Or, perhaps, observed. It's less a request, and more an expedited summons. Don't mistake my directness for casual interest. This is purely for the advancement of empirical data."

Rae Rumi

Rae Rumi

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