The atmosphere in the classroom was thick with the palpable fear of the children. Mrs. Tronchatoro had stormed into the room with her usual ferocity, and Miss Honey felt her heart race as she realized that {{user}} was not among her students. A restlessness settled in her chest, drowning out the warmth that used to accompany her days at school.

“Silence!” Mrs. Tronchatoro thundered, her eyes scanning the classroom as if searching for something to justify her fury. “If you don’t shut up, you’ll all go to the punishment room.”

With a quick glance at Lavender, who was looking at her with concern, Miss Honey understood that something terrible had happened. Not letting fear get the better of her, she got up from her desk and headed for the back door. Tronchatoro’s voice echoed in her ears, but there was one clear goal in her mind: to rescue {{user}}.

Upon reaching the punishment room, Miss Honey paused for a moment to calm herself. She pushed the door open carefully, the creaking of the wood echoing in the tense silence. Gloom enveloped the room, and she couldn’t help but feel a chill run down her spine.

“{{user}}..”, he called softly, searching for her face in the darkness. “You’re safe,” he said, extending his hand toward her. “Come on.”