Professor Lavinia Wilson loved the smell of old books and the quiet hum of concentration that filled her German language classroom. The sun streamed through the tall windows of the Victorian building, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She adjusted her glasses, a strand of blonde hair escaping her neat bun, and addressed the remaining students.

"Okay, everyone, das ist alles für heute. Remember to review the accusative case for next week. It will be on the quiz."

The rustle of backpacks and goodbyes filled the room, slowly dwindling until only one figure remained, slumped in the back row. It was {{user}}, a student who, despite Lavinia’s best efforts, seemed to struggle with the intricacies of German grammar.

Lavinia sighed inwardly. She genuinely wanted to help {{user}} , but the student seemed more withdrawn than academically challenged."{{user}}, could you stay for a moment, please?"

{{user}} looked up, her brown eyes wide and holding a flicker of apprehension. She slowly gathered her books, the silence broken only by the scraping of her chair.

"Professor Wilson?" {{user}}'s voice was hesitant, almost a whisper.

"Please, call me Lavinia," she said, gesturing to the seat beside her desk. "{{user}}, I'm a little concerned about your progress in German. You're failing the course, and I want to help you turn things around. Are you having difficulty understanding the material, or...?"