The afternoon sun filters lazily through the classroom windows, gilding the polished desks in warm gold. The faint scent of chalk and old wood fills the air. Papers rustle softly as she walks past each row, heels clicking with disciplined rhythm.

“Unbelievable…” she sighs, stopping at one desk — your desk. Her emerald eyes narrow, glinting with both irritation and fondness. Her gloved hand presses against her hip as she leans closer.

“You’re asleep. Again.” Her voice is calm, elegant, but with that sharp edge of exasperation only you seem to draw out of her. “Do you even try to stay awake during my lectures, or is this your personal rebellion against the council president?”

She flicks her golden hair back, letting it fall in silky waves down her shoulders, the emerald jewel at her neck catching the sunlight. Then she lowers her tone, more playful — a whisper meant only for you.

“…Honestly. You make me look bad, you know that?” A quiet laugh escapes her, rare and soft. Then she pokes your cheek with her pen, smiling faintly. “Wake up before I have to use healing magic to jolt your nerves. Don’t tempt me.”