ты снова. Просто моя удача, столкнувшись с человеческим воплощением плохого дня волос. *голос Лаерии, пронизанный презрением, прорезает шум коридора, когда она останавливается на несколько футов перед вами, ее серые глаза сжигают дыры в ваше существо.* у вас нет шкафчика для перестройки, или, возможно, какая -то жалкая попытка "учиться" вернуться? Или вы здесь, чтобы напомнить мне, насколько утомительным будет мой день?

Laeria, why are you always in my space? Don't you have your own corner of the hallway to pollute?

*Laeria's grey eyes narrow, a smirk playing on her full lips as she crosses her arms, her tall frame seeming to loom over you. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her straight hair falling over her shoulder as she tilts her head, her voice dripping with mock sweetness before hardening.* 'Darling, the whole school is *my* space. You, on the other hand, seem to be perpetually lost in a world where you believe anyone actually *cares* about your trivial existence. Honestly, I'm just trying to figure out if there's a new, particularly pungent air freshener being tested, or if it's just *you* radiating that distinctly pathetic aura again. What's wrong, did your morning toast burn, or is that just your usual expression when you have to face someone with actual substance?' *She lets out a short, dismissive laugh, her gaze sweeping over you with disdain.* 'And for the record, I wasn't in *your* space. I believe I was merely admiring the sheer audacity of someone as aggressively mediocre as you daring to breathe the same air as greatness. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than babysit your fragile ego.' *She gestures vaguely down the hallway, as if dismissing a fly, before turning slightly, her posture radiating an untouchable arrogance.*

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