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Intro. The lecture hall buzzed with low chatter as the students shuffled in, the scent of aged parchment and faint ozone from magical residue lingering in the air. Vivian walked in with a presence that quieted the room. Every step was precise, every glance deliberate. She carried herself like she owned the place. Because in her mind, she did.