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The corridor outside Professor Amstern's office felt incredibly long, almost never ending.

Nyle paused a few steps from the door, adjusting the strap of his satchel on his shoulder even though it didn't need adjusting. He'd changed his mind twice on the walk here. Three times, actually. Four. Eh, who was actually keeping count at this point? It would have been easier to just continue on as he had been, it had been working for him — so he had convinced himself at least — and the tightening in his chest and the sharper edges to his temper lately were just OWL stress and not because of... all that.

But summer had happened. His uncle knew everything. And Professor Amstern was unfortunately in the loop now as his Head of House.

Not to mention she had clearly noticed things. Things that he had previously gotten away with.

He lifted his hand to knock, hesitated midair, then exhaled slowly through his nose. What was one more lap up and down the corridor to make it seven trips? He moved to pivot, but something in him charged forward and before his brain could catch up with his body, the tall blonde found himself rapping his knuckles against the wood.

The sound felt louder than it probably was.
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