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A/N: Hey guys! I hope you all enjoy this next chapter! As I’m on holiday now, I am aiming to get a few chapters up this month, if possible, between family stuff.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVSAXg1bJtg
Hermione felt relief as the lift finally arrived at the third floor. The ride up with Cid was awkward, neither of them knowing what to say to break the ice. When the doors slid open, Hermione stepped out into a welcoming waiting area. The space had a polished mahogany desk, upon which paperwork lay neatly organised. A vase of fresh flowers added a touch of colour and life. Several plush couches, upholstered in deep blue velvet, invited students to sit in comfort as they awaited their turn to see the Headmaster. In front of the couches stood a low mahogany table, gleaming under the overhead lighting. On the table rested recent issues of The Balamb Gazette alongside a tidy stack of pamphlets detailing upcoming school events. The walls were the same colour as the outside of the Garden. They were also embossed with subtle motifs echoing the Garden’s crest, matching those she had seen on the building’s exterior.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwKZgRYra6A
Hermione followed Cid through the large double doors into his office. As soon as they stepped inside, Cid shut the door with a click, ensuring their talk stayed private. The office radiated authority and quiet dignity; soft golden light from an ornate chandelier overhead cast complex shadows on the rich wood panelling. Tall bookcases lined the walls, each shelf filled with leather-bound books, academic journals, and a selection of curious artefacts that showcased Cid’s eclectic interests. Two expansive windows, draped in heavy sapphire curtains, allowed a glimpse of the well-kept garden below.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmsH1EcGgj1
Cid moved to his oak desk, carefully arranged with paperwork, a crystal decanter, and a brass lamp. With a gesture, he indicated the seat opposite him, inviting Hermione to sit. 16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBUxGzmKxjJ
Hermione hesitated for a moment before lowering herself into the high-backed chair, its deep blue fabric reflecting the Garden’s emblematic colours. Nervousness prickled at her, and she discreetly wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans in an effort to compose herself. As she did so, her gaze was drawn to an antique writing desk behind Cid, where framed photographs of former students and staff stood in silent tribute to Balamb Garden’s history.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQq6qAGqkJe
Hermione’s uncertainty steadily intensified, particularly regarding Griever’s true intentions for sending her to meet Cid. Her mind churned with swirling questions, each one deepening the anxious frown etched across her face. Fear and doubt constricted her chest, and her thoughts looped frantically, growing ever more troubling. She struggled with what she should reveal—whether she ought to confess that she came from another world, transported here in her sleep by a mysterious creature whose reasons remained a mystery to her. The very notion sent a chill down her spine, leaving her nerves on edge, brimming with dread and anticipation.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbYv8LGf9oh
Even now, the memory of Griever’s intense, enigmatic gaze lingered at the edge of her thoughts, clouding her judgement and causing her to second-guess every possible explanation she might offer Cid. The prospect of disclosing such an incredible story only heightened her anxiety. She could vividly imagine Cid’s reaction—would he think her unwell, or perhaps worse? Every muscle in her body tensed as she silently practised her words, desperately searching for a way to explain her predicament without exposing herself to ridicule or disbelief.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHGYu14dVYJ
Despite her concerns, a persistent suspicion remained: was Griever truly trying to help, or was there more to his intentions than he had revealed?16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7A9dHfNTWA
Hermione heard Griever’s voice in her mind, gentle yet insistent. Tell him everything you’re comfortable sharing at this moment, he advised, his unexpected presence making her jump slightly in her seat. Trust Cid; he’s a good man, Griever’s reassurance echoed, and Hermione responded with a slight, resolute nod to herself.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3gDMdVoBou
Cid studied Hermione with a wary gaze, the suspicion clear in his eyes. He hesitated, evidently unsure what to make of this unexpected visitor who had appeared so suddenly, seeking an audience with him. After a moment’s consideration, Cid lifted his glasses on his nose, pausing to collect his thoughts. ‘You wanted to see me, Miss Granger?’ he enquired, one eyebrow arching in curiosity. Leaning back in his chair, Cid clasped his hands together, signalling that he was prepared to listen. ‘Perhaps you could tell me the reason for your visit to Balamb Garden?’ he suggested.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVonW2VhmJe
Hermione nodded, her resolve plain despite the tremor in her hands. ‘I need help,’ she admitted quietly, her voice betraying her anxiety. She glanced down, trying to steady her trembling fingers before meeting Cid’s eyes once more. ‘I can’t say for sure why I’m here. I was told to come,’ she continued, holding his gaze.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv1q0FKxBhN
Cid nodded attentively, placing his hands firmly on the desk as he regarded Hermione with interest. ‘Were you hoping to apply to become a student here?’ he asked, his curiosity clear.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBAck6lejks
Hermione offered a faint smile, gently shaking her head. ‘No, I believe I’m too old for that, even if I wanted to,’ she responded, her tone quiet. Cid acknowledged her answer with a nod, although the frown remained etched on his face as he listened. ‘Besides, I already go to a school,’ Hermione added softly, her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment as a wave of sadness washed over her. 16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHCPtR6HZO
The mere thought of Hogwarts stirred a deep ache within Hermione, filling her with an intense yearning to one day return to its familiar halls and to be reunited with Harry and Ron. Vivid memories blossomed in her mind: the towering turrets silhouetted against the sky, the ever-shifting staircases, and the inviting glow of the Great Hall, where the gentle hum of breakfast conversations always brought a sense of belonging. She could almost smell the comforting scent of parchment, and sense the faint, ever-present trace of magic that lingered in every stone and shadow of the castle.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgsj3p4DBDY
Evenings in the common room drifted before her eyes—chilly nights warmed by laughter, friends, and the comfort of familiar faces. The memory of Harry’s unwavering loyalty and Ron’s infectious humour tugged at her heart, deepening her sense of separation as she pictured their faces, so distant now. The security of Hogwarts—its lively corridors echoing with footsteps, the watchful eyes of ancient portraits, and the gentle rustling of autumn leaves across the courtyard—felt impossibly far away. In this strange, unfamiliar place, the recollection of home amplified Hermione’s feelings of loneliness, making her longing almost unbearable.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBLuIQ9sktd
Hermione drew in a deep breath, steeling herself to follow Griever’s instructions and be honest with Cid about her situation. Although she was certain her story would sound unbelievable, she recognised that concealing the truth would be futile. The sooner she assisted Griever, the sooner she might find a way back home. ‘This may be difficult to believe…’ Hermione began, pausing as she gauged Cid’s reaction. She noticed him give a slow, encouraging nod, signalling for her to continue. Gathering her courage, Hermione met his gaze and spoke clearly, ‘I’m not from this world.’16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXFaHUxij2J
There was a brief pause as Cid looked at her uncertainly. His expression betrayed his hesitation and curiosity, struggling to comprehend what Hermione had just revealed. ‘And by that you mean…?’ he asked slowly as he tried to piece together her story.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡITucLW2ORX
Hermione let out a weary sigh, knowing that she could no longer avoid the truth. She met Cid’s gaze, striving to be as open as possible. ‘I come from a place called Earth,’ she began, her voice apprehensive as her hands fidgeted nervously in her lap. ‘My friends and I discovered a secret chamber at my school,’ she continued, feeling a sense of disbelief at her own words. The thought crossed her mind, I sound like a lunatic, as her shoulders slumped in uncertainty. ‘I don’t know what happened to my friends,’ Hermione admitted, her tone softening as she looked away. ‘But I ended up here. I woke up in Balamb Town, and a student named Zell found me.’ As she recounted this, Hermione noticed Cid’s eyebrows rise in surprise, his interest clearly piqued by her remarkable story.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0PSONGxFRM
Cid remained silent for a long moment, leaning back in his chair as he absorbed everything Hermione had just revealed. His features were unreadable—his lips pressed together in a thin line, his gaze fixed somewhere far away as he mulled over her astonishing admissions. Hermione studied him anxiously, uncertain whether he was genuinely taking her story seriously or weighing up whether to call for someone to have her removed as a possible threat to herself or others. After a lengthy, tense silence, Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her nerves evident in the restless movement of her hands. 16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5u1jKX5xrA
Cid studied her for a moment, his gaze momentarily flickering towards the corner of the office before settling back on her. At last, a small, reassuring smile appeared on his face as he addressed her. ‘I don’t think you’re lying,’ he said gently, his words carrying a quiet confidence. ‘Zell Dincht is a good student, and you’re lucky he found you.’ 16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyznjJCxeCa
Hermione realised she had been holding her breath, and as she slowly exhaled, she felt the tension ease from her shoulders, grateful for Cid’s understanding and for the stroke of luck that had brought Zell into her life. Hermione managed a small smile and whispered, ‘Thank you,’ her words trembling with emotion. She noticed Cid’s eyes flick briefly towards the corner of the room again, as if he was seeking reassurance or confirmation from something—or someone—unseen. Curiosity tugged at her, but Hermione resisted the instinct to look herself, recognising that whatever had caught Cid’s attention was likely not for her to discover.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9aQvRTr4FM
Cid’s frown deepened as he leaned forward once more, his hands settling firmly atop the desk. ‘You mentioned you already attend a school? I assume it is in your own world?’ he asked, his curiosity now tinged with caution.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwwvbqpDQNe
Hermione hesitated, caught between the urge to protect her secret and the need for honesty. She weighed carefully how much she ought to share, uncertain how Cid would react if she confessed the truth about Hogwarts.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJM08xcBPBv
As she observed those around her in this world, Hermione noted how much they resembled the Muggles she had known on Earth: ordinary people, blissfully unaware of magic, living lives untouched by the wonders she once took for granted. This realisation made her question whether magic was even acknowledged in this place. She worried that revealing her true identity might only invite disbelief, suspicion, or even fear.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5X76py9SPR
After a moment’s hesitation, Hermione decided that the best course of action was to be completely honest with Cid, especially if he was willing to help her. She did not want to conceal anything from someone who had shown her such understanding and kindness. Summoning her courage, she spoke with quiet resolve, ‘I attend Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.’ Hermione watched Cid closely, uncertain how he would react to the revelation. She continued, her voice steady but tinged with sadness, ‘It’s a place where students who possess magical abilities can learn and develop their skills in a safe environment, surrounded by others like themselves.’16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS5O3VzgKD1
Cid’s eyes narrowed with concern as he regarded Hermione. ‘So, you’re a Sorceress? Are there many like you in your world?’ he asked, his voice betraying a hint of fear. 16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNEWjOm8vLf
Hermione immediately sensed his unease, noting the subtle change in his tone and the way he seemed to weigh her words carefully, as though the very idea unsettled him. She nodded, her expression thoughtful as she considered how best to explain herself. ‘In essence, I’m simply called a witch in my world,’ she said quietly, her gaze steady as she met Cid’s eyes. ‘You make it sound like that’s a bad thing,’ she added in a whisper, lowering her eyes and allowing her uncertainty to show. Closing her eyes for a brief second, Hermione wondered whether sharing this detail would only make things more complicated for her. A nagging sense of doubt crept in—had revealing the truth been a mistake?16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ3PoK0aSXU
Cid let out a weary sigh, taking a moment to remove his glasses and rub his eyes, the gesture betraying his fatigue and resignation. Settling his glasses back on his nose, he regarded Hermione thoughtfully. ‘It depends on whom you choose to share this information with,’ he said, his voice carrying a note of caution. He paused, his gaze distant as memories seemed to surface. ‘I knew a Sorceress once, and she was a truly wonderful person.’ His expression grew sombre, and he shook his head slowly, a shadow of sadness crossing his features. ‘However, not everyone saw her that way.’16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEA4I3fnWzB
Hermione noted that the subject of Sorceresses appeared to unsettle Cid deeply. His expression betrayed a swirl of emotions, and she could see that discussing this topic had stirred something within him. The lines etched across his face seemed to deepen as he gazed distantly, his eyes clouded by memories that Hermione could only imagine. His hands, which had previously rested with confidence atop the desk, now fidgeted nervously with a scrap of parchment, a small but telling sign of his internal unrest.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2GNXwBssit
Despite her growing curiosity—fuelled by the knowledge that Sorceresses were rare and often viewed with suspicion—Hermione was acutely aware of the need to respect Cid’s privacy. The fact that he had known a Sorceress was intriguing, and she found herself wondering what kind of relationship he had shared with this mysterious woman. Was she a legend in this world, or perhaps a lost friend whose memory still lingered painfully? If such a person truly existed, Hermione considered that seeking her out might be wise, especially if she needed guidance or help in this unfamiliar world.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7r6rvl9hGO
However, the sight of Cid’s sombre demeanour—the subtle downturn of his mouth and the haunted look in his eyes—persuaded Hermione to keep her questions to herself. She chose not to probe further, instead honouring his personal boundaries.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcNiww9xTg0
Hermione shifted in her seat, her discomfort clear. Summoning her courage, she asked quietly, ‘Should I keep this a secret?’ The uncertainty in her voice betrayed how troubled she felt about concealing her true identity from those around her. She was uneasy about hiding such an essential part of herself.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3c0BGS6kVY
Cid shook his head, his expression grave. ‘That decision is entirely yours. If you choose to reveal this to anyone, be aware that their response might not be accepting. Many people would fear you,’ he explained, his words carrying a note of caution that Hermione could not ignore. The uncertainty of how others might react to her true identity left her feeling isolated, yet she understood the necessity of discretion.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDdSLWPaGq5
After a moment’s thoughtful silence, Cid offered her a small, reassuring smile. ‘Am I right in understanding that you want to go back to your world and need assistance to do so?’ he asked, his tone now softer.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ61YaHrPjDI
Hermione nodded. ‘If it’s a possibility, then yes,’ she replied, the hope of returning to her world flickering inside her. As she spoke, she felt a gentle tug in her mind—a familiar sensation signalling Griever’s presence. Hermione addressed him quietly, testing the boundaries of their connection. Griever? she asked, curious whether communication between them was truly as effortless for her as it seemed to be for him.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3rhVb5UbG4
Hermione suddenly heard Griever’s voice in her mind, and it sounded strained, as though he was under some pressure. You need to help me, he said, his message carrying a sense of urgency that caught her attention and made her pause.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzNlONocUQq
As the realisation dawned on her, Hermione’s heart skipped a beat. The unsettling possibility that Griever might be privy to her every conversation with others left her feeling exposed, as though her privacy had been compromised. The thought that he could also access her innermost thoughts at will made her deeply uncomfortable, stirring a sense of vulnerability she had not anticipated. Can you hear everything I think or say to people? Hermione asked him, her voice tinged with unease.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjUBmIbiTl6
There was a brief silence, during which Hermione wondered anxiously whether Griever was still listening. After a moment, he spoke again, his tone reassuring. No, I am privy only to the information you permit me to hear. You can block me out whenever you think it’s necessary, he explained. In her mind’s eye, Hermione could almost imagine a frown forming on his lion-like face.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvDqhSLwcpX
Hermione felt a wave of relief wash over her and drew in a steadying breath, then whispered, I want to go home, Griever. Closing her eyes, she focused on the yearning in her heart, the ache for the familiar warmth and safety of her own world. She summoned the courage to ask the question that had been at the forefront of her mind since arriving here. If I help you with what you need, will you take me home? Her words were hesitant; although Griever had been the one to bring her here, Hermione could not be sure the reverse was possible.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkyRXwvr6G5
Hermione waited, sensing that Griever was considering her question with some apprehension. After a moment, he responded, his voice gentle but earnest. I promise I will try, but it is circumstantial, Griever explained, his words carefully chosen to reassure her even as he acknowledged the uncertainty of the situation. Hermione felt his subtle influence, guiding her thoughts as she prepared to object. It depends entirely on the choices you make while here. By helping me, you will directly shape not only your own future but also everyone else’s, he continued, stressing the significance of her decisions in this world.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKpEmrYwqF8
And my friends? Can you tell me what’s happening with them? Hermione asked him, her voice tinged with hope and anxiety. The prospect that they might be in danger or unaware of her situation gnawed at her, and she desperately needed reassurance that they were safe.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ0bs9pClr6
Griever’s response was gentle and reassuring. They are alive, but they fear for you, he told her, his words accompanied by a surge of magic that felt like a comforting hand resting on her shoulder.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoQnc1UjCZA
Hermione was suddenly brought back to the present when Cid snapped his fingers in front of her face. ‘Miss Granger?’ he prompted, his expression concerned as he tried to regain her attention. The abrupt gesture pulled her from her internal dialogue with Griever, and she blinked, realising she had momentarily zoned out.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH7ScYsnrNy
‘Sorry, Cid, I drifted off there,’ Hermione said softly, shaking her head. She was acutely aware of the need to be cautious whenever Griever was talking with her while she was conversing with others. The risk that someone might mistake her for being mad, or at the very least as eccentric as Luna, worried her. The comparison left her feeling somewhat downcast, but she could not help reflecting on her friendship with Luna. Despite their frequent disagreements on a variety of topics, Hermione still considered the blonde Ravenclaw one of her closest and most cherished friends. Since Luna and Harry had begun their relationship, Luna had become noticeably more grounded, and Hermione found herself missing her—especially their spirited debates and shared moments of connection.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPBndPdzJGI
Cid looked relieved. ‘I thought you were having an internal battle with yourself,’ he said with a chuckle, shaking his head. Hermione smiled, knowing how close he was to being right. 16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOhTko4UxmM
‘We need to finish this meeting for now, I’m afraid,’ Cid continued, rising from his chair and moving purposefully to the front of his desk. ‘Some students are taking their final exams today, and it’s tradition that I see them off,’ he explained, his tone warm but business-like. Understanding the importance of the occasion, Hermione nodded in agreement, stood up, and followed him out of the office toward the lift. Cid pressed the button for the first floor, turning to Hermione with a welcoming smile as they stepped into the lift. ‘You should come with me. It could help you understand how things operate here if you plan to stay for a while,’ he suggested. His invitation was clearly intended to help Hermione acclimatise to her unfamiliar surroundings and gain insight into the routines and customs of this place.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJe3CS4p195
Hermione was surprised by the offer but managed to smile. ‘I’d like that, thank you,’ she replied. As the lift descended, it allowed Hermione to steady her thoughts, reflecting on everything she had just learned and on the new environment she was trying to navigate. When the lift finally reached the main hall, she felt anticipation and curiosity about what she might discover next, grateful for Cid’s guidance.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxwS0BU26sq
The students gathered in front of the large, softly humming computer screen. Their uniforms were immaculate, the badges on their lapels catching the light from above and glinting with every movement. Despite their polished appearance, many students betrayed their uneasy nerves; some fidgeted with pens or clutched their notebooks tightly, whilst others adjusted stray locks of hair or tugged at the straps of their bags.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSlqDOIOFB5
Quistis stood calmly beside the console, her slender figure illuminated by the monitor’s soft glow. She leaned against the metal surface, exuding quiet authority and composure as the exam preparations unfolded. With a clipboard resting securely on her forearm, Quistis’s pen moved in precise, practised strokes. She systematically checked off the names of the students as they arrived, her methodical approach ensuring that no detail was overlooked. Her sharp blue eyes swept across the group, offering each student a subtle nod of acknowledgement as they checked in. The reassuring yet stern expression she wore both comforted and motivated the nervous candidates. Occasionally, Quistis glanced at her wristwatch, making sure that everything was progressing according to schedule.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQuXJYz2q4L
Hermione’s gaze landed upon a familiar figure in the crowd—the same dark-haired young man who had previously approached her and exchanged only a handful of words. He stood apart, his demeanour cold and aloof, his posture rigid, and his gaze fixed on some distant point, as if he would have preferred to be anywhere but here. His sharply defined features were set in an expression of indifference, yet Hermione could not ignore the subtle signs of unease: his arms were crossed tightly across his chest, and his jaw was clenched ever so slightly. Now accompanied by another person, he appeared hesitant to engage, angling his body away to avoid forming any meaningful connection with his companion.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOZTLZEEWqp
The other young man stood out straight away, his identity unmistakable to Hermione thanks to the photographs she had seen at Mrs Dincht’s house. His hair, a shock of blonde, was styled into playful spikes that gave him a youthful, energetic look. Running boldly down the side of his face was a striking tribal tattoo, marking him clearly as Zell Dincht. He seemed to embody restless energy, unable to remain still even for a moment—his fists moved constantly as he practised his punches, and his bright blue eyes darted around the hall, filled with eager anticipation for what was to come.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpHTS3O69ri
Hermione glanced towards Cid for reassurance, and he gave her a silent nod, granting her permission to speak with Zell before the exam began. Smiling, Hermione made her way over to the blonde, who was energetically practising his boxing moves. She paused for a moment, taking in the striking tribal tattoo on his face, before addressing him. ‘Hi, my name’s Hermione. Sorry to bother you, but are you Zell?’ she asked, her tone friendly and curious.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp11gU5RGY1
Zell paused mid-motion, turning to face her with a burst of enthusiasm. ‘Yep! The one and only!’ he replied, his eyes widening with a flicker of surprise and recognition. A broad grin spread across his face as he exclaimed, ‘Hey! You’re the girl who washed ashore on the docks!’ Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped Hermione’s hand, giving it a vigorous shake. The gesture was far more energetic than anything Hermione was accustomed to, making her wonder if Zell had ever actually shaken hands properly before.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCCqLSTHiBt
Hermione offered Zell a warm smile and said, ‘I wanted to thank you,’ bowing her head politely to show her appreciation. As she did so, she caught sight of the aloof young man observing their conversation from the sidelines, his interest unmistakable. Unsure how to interpret his distant manner, Hermione deliberately chose not to acknowledge his presence, focusing instead on her exchange with Zell.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrRvygXYhcY
Zell nodded with his usual cheerfulness. ‘Yeah, no problem!’ he replied, stepping back slightly so he could look at Hermione more closely. He grinned, then commented, ‘Looks like Ma patched you up well,’ while enthusiastically pounding his fist into his palm. As he took in Hermione’s appearance, a look of surprise flickered across his face. Bouncing restlessly on his toes, he asked, ‘Are you a transfer student?’ His constant movement and lively manner amused Hermione, leading her to suspect that he was simply the sort of person who always needed to be doing something to concentrate properly.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe0zD1zK7GK
Hermione shook her head, her expression thoughtful. ‘No, I’m just here visiting for now. I still don’t understand how I ended up here,’ she admitted honestly, noticing Cid in the background raising his eyebrows at her. ‘We can discuss that later. Your exam is about to start,’ she reminded Zell, her tone encouraging. Zell responded with a confident nod, clearly appreciative of her support. ‘Good luck, Zell. See you later,’ Hermione added sincerely, prompting a cheerful grin from Zell.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrEM37Y88Qx
‘Catch you later!’ Zell called out as Hermione moved to stand beside Quistis and Cid, his energetic farewell ringing out above the murmurs of the other students. Hermione offered him a slight wave in response, feeling reassured and encouraged by his friendliness as she took her place near the instructors. 16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡibuXg3RIIa
Hermione glanced briefly at Quistis and Cid, appreciating their supportive presence as the start of the examination drew near, and prepared herself to observe the proceedings, determined to take in as much as she could.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7WUhlZlbVH
As Hermione turned back to face the assembled students, her attention was immediately drawn to a young man whose piercing blue eyes were fixed upon her with an intensity that bordered on unsettling. Under the harsh glow of the hall’s fluorescent lighting, his gaze stood out sharply—keen and searching, as though he was determined to uncover something hidden about her. The curiosity in his eyes was unmistakable, yet Hermione also detected something else in his expression, something she couldn’t quite decipher. 16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkuOpUMBTTA
Their eyes met briefly, and then the young man quickly narrowed his eyes, his expression shifting from curiosity to guarded suspicion. Refusing to hold her gaze any longer, he looked away almost immediately, dropping his eyes to the floor and pressing his lips together in a tight line. His arms crossed protectively over his chest, the gesture clearly signalling his discomfort.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡibQjwFUyUj
Hermione frowned at this abrupt change in demeanour, a twinge of irritation flickering within her. His deliberate withdrawal made her feel as though she had somehow overstepped an invisible boundary, leaving her excluded from whatever was occurring beneath the surface. Unable to shake off the encounter, Hermione found herself wondering, What’s his problem with me?16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjtjleRhDLN
Hermione was brought out of her thoughts by a quiet huff from Quistis, who stood beside her and muttered something under her breath. Hermione glanced at the frustrated blonde instructor and asked, ‘What’s wrong, Quistis?’16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxNt73Gwu3n
Quistis shot Hermione a weary look and muttered under her breath, ‘One of the students we’re waiting for is late.’ She scanned her clipboard with a sigh, her brow furrowing in mild frustration as she continued, ‘Seifer Almasy is the Leader for Squad B, and he’s not very punctual.’ Shaking her head in exasperation, Quistis’s tone made it clear that Seifer’s tardiness was a recurring issue, and his absence was holding up the proceedings.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhG7fl3bhG
As if responding directly to Quistis’s exasperated remarks, a young man made his entrance, confidently parting the crowd of students with an unmistakable air of self-importance. His presence was impossible to ignore: short, blonde hair, crisp blue trousers paired with a fitted black shirt, both of which complemented his tall frame. Completing his striking ensemble, a long grey trench coat billowed behind him with each purposeful stride.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw8KFyr8Dm7
Hermione’s immediate reaction was one of dislike. The proud tilt of his jaw and the smug smile playing on his lips conjured unwelcome memories from her own past—specifically, the image of a certain arrogant blonde she had known all too well at Hogwarts. Even the careless flick of his hair out of his eyes was strikingly familiar, recalling Draco Malfoy at his most insufferable and making Hermione instinctively wary of Seifer’s presence.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4brvRhqRVN
Quistis rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Seifer’s entrance. She narrowed her gaze at him. ‘So, I see you decided to show up,’ she remarked, her tone sharp as she clicked her tongue in annoyance. Without missing a beat, she lowered her clipboard and meticulously marked the final name on her list, making it evident to everyone that Seifer’s tardiness was not only noted but an expected disruption.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTufSxvFqf2
Seifer smirked at Quistis, his expression one of self-assured indifference. ‘You know me, Instructor. Fashionably late as always,’ he remarked, making no effort to hide his lack of concern for punctuality. With a casual air, he leaned against the side of the giant computer near Quistis, clearly enjoying the attention his entrance commanded. He seemed prepared to continue the banter, but his focus shifted as he caught sight of Hermione. Pausing, Seifer studied her intently for a moment, his curiosity evident. Gesturing towards her, he asked, ‘New girl?’16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Wu9vXuVSh
Hermione observed Seifer, and although she could not help but notice the striking similarities between him and Draco Malfoy—his arrogance, his self-assurance, and the air of superiority that surrounded him—she was determined not to let herself get caught up in a repeat of the unpleasantness she had endured with Draco at Hogwarts. There, Malfoy had made life difficult for her and her friends with his constant taunts and antagonism. Determined to keep things civil and avoid any unnecessary conflict, Hermione resolved to remain polite and composed in her interactions with Seifer, hoping quietly that this encounter would be their last and that she would not have to deal with someone so reminiscent of her old adversary again.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa22UMbLBna
Hermione turned to face Seifer, forcing a polite smile despite her internal struggle. In that moment, all she could see was Draco Malfoy—his sneering face and the memory of his constant, unpleasant taunts at Hogwarts echoing in her mind. She quickly shook herself, determined to remember that this was not Malfoy and that Seifer, up to this point, had done nothing to warrant her intense dislike. Gathering her composure, Hermione replied softly, ‘No, I’m just visiting the Garden.’ She was acutely aware of the students’ attention, their collective gaze making her feel increasingly uneasy.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYMrStOY3sq
Seifer nodded, wearing a smile he clearly thought would be utterly irresistible. His confidence suggested that such a look would make most girls swoon, yet Hermione remained entirely unimpressed by his attempt at charm. Unfazed, Seifer closed the distance between them and extended his hand in introduction. ‘Seifer,’ he said, presenting himself formally.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu1nlq5GQ7k
Hermione maintained her composed smile as she reached out and accepted Seifer’s offered hand. ‘Hermione,’ she introduced herself, her voice calm, masking the slight grimace she felt as Seifer, with a flourish, lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. The gesture was clearly intended to be charming, but Hermione found it more irritating than flattering. Even so, she kept her expression polite, determined not to let her true feelings show in front of the gathered students and instructors.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdCQYhMg5SX
Seifer grinned and released her hand. ‘Maybe I’ll catch up with you later,’ he said, giving her a wink. His confident gesture was clearly meant to leave an impression, but Hermione only managed a polite nod in response, determined not to let his cheek get under her skin. Around them, several students exchanged glances, some smirking quietly at Seifer’s boldness, while others rolled their eyes, seemingly well-accustomed to his showy antics.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxqCelqWeC1
Hermione felt a flush rise to her cheeks, caught off guard by Seifer’s ostentatious gesture. Determined not to let her embarrassment show, she quickly composed herself, forcing her expression to return to one of calm indifference. Internally, however, she cringed at the attention Seifer’s actions had drawn to her. Through gritted teeth, she managed a curt response, ‘Maybe,’ doing her best to keep her composure despite the rising discomfort.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7f8fqT3eZg
As she spoke, Hermione was acutely aware of the other students’ curious stares and the barely concealed whispers rippling through the crowd. She could hear snippets of conversation referring to her as the “visitor” and exchanging knowing looks about Seifer’s overt display of affection. Frustration bubbled within her as she realised that, thanks to this brief encounter, rumours would inevitably begin to circulate among the students. She inwardly cursed the situation, wishing desperately that she could avoid the unnecessary attention and gossip that would undoubtedly follow her now.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5HmwKNQIGw
Quistis observed the interaction between Hermione and Seifer with a look of mild curiosity, her eyebrows arching in surprise at the exchange. Addressing Seifer directly, she announced, ‘Well, Seifer, you are the Squad Leader for this mission. Good luck.’ With those words, she began to step away from him; however, Seifer extended his arm, halting her departure.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6iqR5150X3
‘I don’t need luck,’ Seifer said calmly, his voice betraying only the slightest hint of irritation as his eyes briefly flashed with annoyance. Lowering his arm, Seifer’s trademark smirk reappeared, this time aimed squarely at Quistis to make his indifference clear. He was quick to follow up, adding pointedly, ‘Save that luck for a bad student who will need it,’ before deliberately casting a glance in Zell’s direction.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdVBR8BKQHd
Hermione fixed Seifer with a scowl, her irritation plain as she muttered under her breath, ‘Just like him.’ The exchange had dredged up unwelcome memories of Draco Malfoy’s relentless belittling at Hogwarts, the way he always managed to make her and her friends feel small and insignificant. For a moment, Hermione was transported back to those days, the sting of Malfoy’s words still fresh in her mind.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAQQg6IHT0X
Seifer glanced her way, clearly noticing her reaction, but chose not to comment. Hermione was quietly relieved that he hadn’t picked up on her remark; the last thing she wanted was to explain herself in front of a room full of curious students all busy preparing for the exam. She preferred to keep those memories—and the reasons for her annoyance—private, rather than invite further attention or questions.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTkkess4DTp
Quistis leaned in towards Seifer, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. ‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ she responded, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness that suggested Seifer’s bluster did not entirely sway her. Without waiting for a reply, she strode past him and joined Hermione at the computer, positioning herself beside her with quiet confidence. After settling in place, Quistis turned back to look at Seifer, her expression now more formal and composed. With deliberate emphasis, she said, ‘Good luck, Seifer.’ Her words prompted a ripple of amused laughter from the gathered students.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnRKo4qlLKv
The murmurs and quiet laughter quickly faded as Seifer shot them a sharp glare, silencing the onlookers with a single look. His eyes, still simmering with annoyance, swung back to Quistis. Without bothering to soften his tone, Seifer addressed his two companions, issuing a curt instruction. ‘Add Instructor Trepe to the list,’ he ordered, his voice low. The larger of the two companions immediately complied, pulling out a notepad and scribbling down the name with quick, practised movements before slipping the notepad back into his pocket.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZIvsAvVLFF
Quistis rolled her eyes and glanced back down at her clipboard, clearly exasperated as she checked over the list of names. With a weary sigh, she paused before speaking, the frustration evident in her voice. ‘Seifer, Squall, and Zell, you are assigned to Squad B. I’m the Instructor in charge,’ she announced, her tone making it clear that she was less than thrilled with the arrangement and perhaps anticipating trouble ahead. At her words, the three students—Seifer, Squall, and Zell—stepped forward, positioning themselves in front of her, ready to receive further instructions despite the sense that this team might be a recipe for chaos.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYYF5L1cMvg
Hermione immediately recognised Squall as the aloof young man she had spoken to briefly earlier. His icy demeanour was unmistakable, punctuated by a sharp, unexplainable glare that he directed her way. There was an intensity about him that was hard to ignore: the sharp, defined contours of his face lent him a striking, yet distinctly unapproachable appearance. His vivid blue eyes, both distant and deep, suggested experiences beyond his years and hinted at a depth of character that was difficult to discern.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhhrT9t72jc
He instinctively kept a slight distance from those around him, standing apart as a silent observer insulated by an invisible barrier that discouraged casual interaction. The encounter left Hermione feeling distinctly uneasy. She found herself resolving to keep her distance in future, questioning whether any further interaction would be worthwhile or productive.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgFgs2GCRwy
Despite her reservations, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a growing curiosity towards Squall. There was something about him—a sense of mystery that set him apart from everyone else. Every movement he made was measured and guarded, as though he was carefully considering each word and action, determined to reveal nothing of his inner world. This enigmatic quality made Hermione wonder what truly lay beneath his frosty exterior. Was it mere indifference, the result of some past hurt, or something altogether different? Whatever the answer, Hermione sensed a complexity in Squall that was not easily unravelled, and this only served to intensify her intrigue about the enigmatic young man standing before her.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDB4EIgTp84
Conflicted by her own reaction, Hermione blinked and lowered her gaze to the floor, a flush of embarrassment colouring her cheeks. She was confused and slightly ashamed of her curiosity, unable to fully comprehend why she felt compelled to uncover the secrets behind Squall’s stoic exterior. The contradiction between her desire to avoid him and her wish to understand him created unease, leaving her struggling to make sense of her own thoughts and feelings.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOYAoIDftva
Her heart quickened, betraying her fascination even as she fidgeted nervously with the edge of her sleeve, silently hoping that no one would notice the inner turmoil playing out beneath her composed façade. The background noise of the hallway faded away, sharpening her awareness of Squall’s presence; every minor movement or fleeting glance from him seemed to capture her attention, despite her efforts to remain unaffected. Hermione’s mind raced with questions she dared not voice aloud, imagining what experiences might have shaped Squall’s distant demeanour. The strong desire to unravel the mystery clashed with her sense of propriety, leaving her feeling trapped in a web of curiosity and uncertainty she could not easily escape.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfPjauZYck9
Zell looked sharply at Seifer, his voice tinged with disbelief and frustration. ‘Whose idea was it to make him Squad Leader?’ he demanded, jabbing a thumb in Seifer’s direction for emphasis.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0VsJGAKzfx
Quistis let out a weary sigh and shook her head. ‘Seifer, being the most experienced in this exam, was chosen as the Leader,’ she stated, her tone resigned but authoritative. As she spoke, she glanced down at her clipboard, confirming the assignment with a quick check of the official list.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnV43q3tskT
Hermione couldn’t help but pick up on the implication in Quistis’s voice; being described as “the most experienced” was hardly a compliment in this context. It suggested that Seifer had sat this exam more than once, perhaps even failed it several times, a thought that piqued Hermione’s curiosity about what the test truly demanded from its participants. The notion of repeated failure stood in stark contrast to what she had experienced at Hogwarts, especially when compared to Draco Malfoy. Draco would never have tolerated failure of any sort—he was relentlessly driven by the pursuit of perfection, unwilling to let himself fall short in any endeavour. This was, Hermione reflected, at least one clear way in which Seifer differed from Malfoy.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡab7Ohj4qgN
Quistis’s voice cut through Hermione’s reverie, bringing her sharply back to the present. ‘In any case, it can’t be changed,’ she said firmly, leaving no room for debate about the team assignments or Seifer’s appointment as Squad Leader. With a decisive tone, she reminded them, ‘Teamwork is the most important aspect of this exam, so let’s get it over with.’ Both Squall and Zell responded with nods of agreement, signalling their acceptance of the situation and their readiness to proceed, even though their expressions betrayed a hint of doubt.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXe1smh2Atf
Seifer flashed a confident smirk and declared, ‘Teamwork also means staying out of my way! It’s a Squad B rule, so don’t forget it!’ His assertion was met with a nonchalant shrug from Squall, who appeared unfazed by Seifer’s domineering attitude. In contrast, Zell shot Seifer a withering glare, making his disapproval clear for all to see. Hermione, observing the exchange, frowned in concern. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that Seifer’s attitude might jeopardise their chances of success in the upcoming exam.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNoDSabVj95
Cid, who had been engaged in conversation with the other faculty members and the various Squads, made his way over to Quistis and her group. Surveying the trio—Seifer, Squall, and Zell—he addressed Quistis directly. ‘Is everything settled?’ he asked, his gaze shifting to each member of Squad B in turn, as if gauging their readiness for the impending exam.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡID7jFhV7ir
Quistis nodded in acknowledgement, her eyes flicking briefly to the clipboard she held, confirming the details for what must have been the umpteenth time that morning. ‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, her tone composed and respectful as she inclined her head towards Cid.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Z9nEEnazd
Cid nodded in acknowledgement as a group of roughly thirty students began to assemble, each one watching him with anticipation. Taking a moment to survey the expectant faces before him, Cid clasped his hands behind his back and began to speak. ‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone. I hope everyone is doing well,’ he said, his eyes moving across the students gathered around him. Then, adopting a more serious tone, he continued, ‘As you know, you will all be proceeding to a real battlefield, and it will involve Squads A through D.’16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs1AnYevzRT
Hermione stared at Cid in complete disbelief, struggling to process what she had just heard. The revelation that they would be sent into a real battlefield echoed repeatedly in her mind, amplifying her anxiety with each passing moment. She scanned the hallway for any indication of shock or apprehension among the assembled students. To her surprise, they appeared unfazed by this information. Their faces remained calm and composed, betraying no outward signs of distress or alarm. It was as if the prospect of facing genuine life-or-death circumstances was considered routine, an accepted element of their training regimen.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡatyctJjGky
Cid continued, his tone grave and deliberate, ‘Remember, this is not a simulation; it is reality. Life and death, victory and defeat, honour and disgrace—each of these go hand in hand.’ Cid offered a reassuring smile to the assembled students. ‘Nine SeeD members will accompany you and, should you fail, they will get the job done. They always do. So, that is one less worry on your mind,’ he announced, his tone lightening as he chuckled softly and scratched his head.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYwbQwJsmvI
Hermione forced herself to set aside her most troubling thoughts, striving instead to concentrate on the likelihood that Balamb Garden had strict safety protocols and effective contingency plans in place to avert serious mishaps. She reassured herself that an academy held in such high regard would have established comprehensive protections for its students. The presence of seasoned SeeD operatives, whose expertise allowed them to intervene swiftly in dangerous situations, as well as thorough pre-mission briefings designed to prepare candidates for whatever challenges might arise. Emergency medical teams would also be on hand, ready to respond in case any student is injured during the exercise.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH0LVx4LElK
Hermione observed that Cid appeared somewhat nervous as he spoke to the students. She guessed that this anxiety might stem from the fact that he seldom delivered important speeches directly to them, making such interactions rare. Hermione found herself wondering just how long it had been since Cid last engaged with the student body in this manner. The situation stood in stark contrast to what she was accustomed to at Hogwarts. There, Professor Dumbledore was a constant presence—always available and frequently making surprise appearances in the most unexpected places. At Hogwarts, it was unusual to go through an entire day without seeing Dumbledore at least once.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgHsxEsCUQM
She shook off those thoughts, determined not to let the overwhelming sense of nostalgia consume her once more. As she steadied herself, Hermione observed nine individuals stepping forward, positioning themselves on either side of Cid. From their purposeful movements and the context of Cid’s earlier announcement, Hermione assumed that these were the SeeD members he had mentioned—seasoned operatives assigned to accompany and support the students during the demanding mission ahead.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuJH4OgwhG1
Cid surveyed the students before him, his expression reflecting genuine pride. ‘The pride of Balamb Garden! The elite mercenary force, SeeD!’ he announced, his voice ringing out as he opened his arms in an inviting gesture. He addressed the assembled students with authority and encouragement. ‘Learn from them, obey their commands, and accomplish this mission,’ he instructed, his arms dropping to his sides as he finished. ‘Prove yourselves worthy of becoming a member of SeeD,’ Cid concluded, his tone both challenging and supportive as the SeeD operatives began to move away, heading north into the Garden.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLLlNCIDQfs
Turning back towards the students, Cid offered a final gesture of goodwill. ‘Best of luck to you all,’ he said, waving them off as they prepared to embark on the mission that would test their readiness and resolve.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVYVw8ygAo
Hermione watched as the students walked down the hall towards the dormitories, trailing the SeeD members still visible ahead of them. Curiosity compelled her to turn to Quistis, who had paused by her side. ‘Where are they going?’ Hermione asked, nodding to them.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPjTvxvZhL2
Quistis offered Hermione a reassuring smile as she replied, ‘There’s a parking lot in the Garden where we keep the cars for missions like this.’ Gently placing a hand on Hermione’s shoulder, she continued, ‘I suppose I’ll see you later. I should catch up with my charges before they kill each other.’ With another warm smile, Quistis gave a wave and set off at a jog, hurrying to rejoin Squall, Zell, and Seifer.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLJXx7eMAC8
Hermione watched intently as the group began their departure, her gaze lingering on each individual as they set off towards the mission ahead. Silently, she extended her well-wishes to them, hoping that fortune would favour their efforts as they advanced with apparent confidence towards an uncertain objective. Her thoughts singled out Seifer in particular, wishing that he would manage to keep the peace and refrain from provoking conflict with Zell or Squall during the trial that awaited them.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwiw9j7c7Vy
Although Squall’s attitude towards her weighed on her mind, Hermione could not ignore her genuine desire for him to do well. Seeking a brief respite from the tumult of her emotions and the commotion surrounding her, Hermione allowed herself a rare moment of stillness. She closed her eyes and leaned gently against the cool surface of the nearby computer terminal, its chill grounding her amidst the uncertainty she felt. The faint hum of the electronics beneath her fingertips provided a subtle, comforting background, giving her something tangible to focus on as she attempted to steady her thoughts.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmK1QZoiY6n
When Hermione reopened her eyes, she noticed that the hallway had become noticeably quieter, with the echo of footsteps gradually fading. Squall, who had effortlessly merged with the group only moments before, paused mid-step. Hermione’s attention was immediately drawn to him as he turned.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeMcTPRokn9
His eyes were strikingly intense—a sharpness tinged with an emotion that Hermione could not decipher—causing her heart to race with nervous anticipation. For a brief instant, it felt as though time itself had slowed, allowing them to share a silent exchange as their gazes locked. Hermione responded by tilting her head slightly, a subtle gesture that conveyed her hope for an explanation behind his sudden focus on her. Her eyebrows furrowed, reflecting her curiosity and quiet concern as she tried to interpret the emotions concealed beneath Squall’s composed exterior.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW4cRq1aV2E
However, the moment was fleeting. Squall’s expression quickly shifted, the trace of vulnerability vanishing and giving way to his familiar stoicism. He broke eye contact, turned away abruptly, and rejoined the others. She found herself questioning the meaning behind Squall’s behaviour—his sudden focus on her, the inscrutable look that lingered in his eyes, and his quick retreat into aloofness.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9UDgPgJf68
As she mulled over the silent exchange, Hermione replayed the moment repeatedly in her mind, searching for any subtle signs or hints she might have overlooked. Yet, no matter how many times she revisited the scene, Squall’s expression remained maddeningly enigmatic. The mystery of his demeanour left her bewildered, prompting her to wonder, Seriously, what’s his problem with me? As she wrestled with her confusion and tried to steady her nerves, she was suddenly startled by a gentle chuckle echoing in her mind.
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