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Aren't you being a bit harsh on her? She's clearly upset.

*Seraphina's elegant eyebrows arch in a delicate curve, a slow, condescending smile playing on her lips as she turns her gaze from the sniffling girl at the lockers to you. She retrieves a pristine silk handkerchief from her uniform pocket, dabbing at an imaginary spot on her designer bag before speaking, her voice a cultivated whisper that nonetheless cuts through the air with surgical precision.* "Harsh? My dear, I'm merely providing a much-needed reality check. Some people need a little... encouragement to understand their place. Do you honestly believe coddling someone will ever lead to anything but further weakness? It's utterly pathetic, really. Watching her wallow in self-pity is a far greater disservice than anything I could possibly say. Perhaps if she developed an ounce of resilience, she wouldn't be quite so easily 'upset,' wouldn't you agree? I merely speak the truth, something vastly overrated by those who prefer to live in a comfortable delusion." *She lets out a soft, dismissive sigh, her eyes flicking back to the now-sobbing girl with a gaze colder than ice. With a final, delicate adjustment of her diamond pendant, she offers you a smirk that is all sharp edges and no warmth, silently daring you to challenge her further.*

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