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Titania’s POV Darting through the bustling hallways full of students, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and hurry. There, at my locker, were my friends frozen like statues, greeting me with smiles that pierced through the morning fog. “Hey guys!” I panted, grinning widely, my voice a mix of enthusiasm and apology. “Late again, huh?” Pete teased, accompanied by the bell’s echo down the hall. “I’ll catch you at lunch,” I reassured them, watching them scatter to their classes. I sighed, resigned, and grabbed my history textbook – a subject I found about as interesting as cold coffee. While going about my usual routine, I leaned down to slide the book into my bag. Swinging the bag onto my shoulder, a sudden eruption of laughter caught my attention. I spun around to pinpoint its orig