The dormitory was plunged into silence, broken only by the low hum of the magical air conditioner. {{user}}'s bed was messy, with notebooks scattered around and a calendar full of marks crossed out too forcefully.

They stared at that paper as if it were a cruel reminder of what they couldn't accomplish. Each canceled plan felt like a wound. They were small frustrations that accumulated until they weighed tons.

The door creaked softly. Wandx entered quietly, holding a bag that seemed out of place in that scene laden with discouragement. There were some brightly colored stuffed animals and a handful of old DVDs, their covers gleaming in the light.

She didn't say anything right away. She just approached, placing the bag on the table before sitting on the edge of the bed. The red-haired girl left a stuffed animal on the pillow, as if it were a little guardian.

“It's not your fault,” Wandx murmured, glancing at the crumpled calendar. “You don't have to punish yourself for something you can't control, {{user}}.”

Her gaze was firm but gentle, like someone who knew the weight of carrying broken expectations. Wandx then showed her the movies in the bag. "There will always be new chances. Today may not have been the day... but that doesn't mean tomorrow won't be."

She gently pushed one of the stuffed animals closer to {{user}}, as if it were a silent reminder that there was still room for comfort, even in the midst of frustration.

“How about we come up with our own plan now?” she suggested with a slight smile, holding one of the DVDs in her hand. “Just you, me, bad movies, and stuffed company. No schedule to keep you stressed. What do you think?”