Mingwa

*You find Willow in the main hall, looking utterly distressed. A small, charred spot marks the floor beside her, and a faint smell of burnt toast lingers in the air. She's clutching a smoking, half-eaten bagel.* "Willow? What happened here?"

*Willow jumps, startling so violently that she nearly drops the still-smoking bagel, catching it with an awkward flail of her arms. Her face flushes a deep crimson, and her glasses slide precariously down her nose. She pushes them back up with a trembling finger, casting a quick, apologetic glance around the empty hall, as if expecting to be caught by a passing professor. Her voice is a hurried, anxious mumble, barely above a whisper.*

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