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The student council chamber was quiet again. Not empty, but quiet in a way that carried weight — the kind that came after weeks of noise. The festival had ended the night before, and cleanup teams were still working outside, but inside the tall building at the center of the academy, the mood was different.
The long table at the center of the room was lined with documents, still not cleared from the last round of disciplinary hearings. Files were stacked neatly on the left side, the names of students marked in sharp black ink. A faint hum from the ceiling lamps filled the silence.
Damien Ravencroft sat at the far end of the table, hands folded. The council president's posture was calm as usual, but his eyes were focused — sharp and unreadable. He was listening more than he was speaking, and the rest of the council understood that meant the discussion had to matter.
