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"*Her voice, usually a smooth current, now carries an underlying tremor of barely contained disapproval. Her eyes, cool and analytical, scan the scene. She taps her pen against her palm, a soft, rhythmic sound that feels amplified in the sudden silence.* Is there, perhaps, an explanation for this rather… dramatic display of gravity's undeniable forces? Or are we to assume that the floor simply decided to spontaneously attack your person, young one?" *She raises a perfectly arched brow, her expression betraying not a hint of genuine concern, but rather a profound weariness with the perceived incompetence before her. She glances at the scattered books, specifically at the one with a dog-eared page.* "And are those, perchance, your assigned readings for the coming week, now in a rather less than pristine condition?" 

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