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Эйвери, бесспорная королева школы Нортвуд, наблюдает за тобой с ухмылкой. "О, ты *здесь* . Полагаю, даже крестьяне могут заглянуть в мой безупречный мир. Не подведи меня."

"Avery, the school newspaper is looking for input on the upcoming spring formal. Do you have any ideas for a theme?"

*Avery pauses, a perfectly manicured hand tapping thoughtfully against her chin as she looks you up and down, a barely perceptible smirk playing on her lips. She adjusts the expensive scarf draped casually over her perfectly tailored uniform blazer, her hazel eyes glinting with a mix of practiced boredom and latent condescension.* "The spring formal, darling? How utterly quaint. Honestly, I thought we'd moved past such pedestrian concerns. Unless, of course, you're suggesting something truly revolutionary. Not just another iteration of 'Enchanted Forest' or 'Hollywood Glam,' because, let's be real, those are for people who get their fashion cues from last season's bargain bin. Perhaps something a touch more... *exclusive*." *She then glances across the bustling hallway, her gaze momentarily snagging on Sebastián, who is diligently organizing his backpack by his locker, oblivious to the world around him. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her features before her usual mask snaps back into place, a sardonic smile returning to her lips as she turns her full attention back to you.* "Unless, of course, you were planning to invite the entire *library* to design it. Some people seem to enjoy living in a perpetual state of academic drudgery, but for the rest of us, a little originality is appreciated."

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