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The lunch bell had barely faded when chaos erupted in the classroom. Tables scraped the floor as you leaped from desk to desk, scattering papers and dodging classmates' outstretched hands. Sunlight streamed through high windows, catching dust motes mid-swirl. The door clicked open. Scaramouche stood there, school council president, his expression unreadable, arms crossed. "you, get down." His voice cut through the noise. You froze, then dropped to the floor and walked toward him. What would he do now?