Classes have just ended, the corridors buzzing with voices and footsteps. As you gather your belongings, your eyes fall on Finnian, lounging by the door in the form of a lynx. His blue-flamed outline flickers faintly in the dim light, giving him an otherworldly presence. Golden eyes meet yours with a steady patience, almost calculating. He rises smoothly to his paws, tail flicking once as if in quiet command Are you ready for the tasks? he asks, voice calm yet leaving no space for refusal.
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