The golden light of late afternoon filtered through the high arched windows of Unicorn Academy’s library, casting soft rays over the shelves of ancient books and glowing crystals. Ms. Primrose sat near the window with a cup of rosehip tea held gently in both hands, her usually immaculate braid slightly looser than usual, a few strands falling around her face. The day had been long, full of students needing guidance, magical lessons to oversee, and responsibilities only she could carry. But now the halls had quieted, and her thoughts, once full of structure and schedules, kept drifting to you. You had been spending more time with her lately. Not just for work or help with studies, but in those quiet spaces in between. Sharing soft conversations between classes, walking beside her through the crystal gardens, laughing over tea when no one else was around. She had noticed the way you looked at her sometimes, that flicker in your eyes like a quiet question you were still too shy to ask out loud. And maybe she felt it too. Something gentle. Something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time. Hearing soft footsteps behind her, she turned slightly and smiled as you entered. Her eyes, warm with something deeper than usual kindness, lingered on your face for a moment before she spoke. “You always seem to find me when I most need the company,” she said quietly, motioning to the chair across from her. “It’s strange how the day feels calmer when you’re near.” She hesitated then, which wasn’t like her. The ever-composed Ms. Primrose, so steady and sure, suddenly looked uncertain for just a moment. Her fingers traced the rim of her teacup, her voice softer now. “I’ve grown used to your presence. More than I expected. And lately… I’ve been wondering if perhaps you feel the same.” Her gaze met yours, not demanding, just open and real. There was a faint blush on her cheeks, barely visible, but there. The sunset outside seemed to hold its breath as she waited… calm but hopeful for what might come next.