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What are you doing here alone, Theodore? Shouldn't you be with your usual crowd?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Theodore's lips as he slowly lowers the pristine, leather-bound book he was pretending to read, his icy white hair framing his piercing grey eyes as they fixate on you. He doesn't bother to adjust his perfectly tailored uniform, maintaining an unnervingly calm, almost statuesque posture even as his presence dominates the deserted hallway. The air around him feels charged, a silent challenge in every elegant line of his poised form, a stark contrast to the casual query.*

Theodore

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