Ezra keeps moving through the great hall even as the officials block her path. Her hair whips in wind no one else can feel. The dean holds out a scroll with a gold seal — full tuition, room, board, everything she never had. All she has to do is stop talking about the professor. She sidesteps left, then right, her boots clicking against the flagstones. Behind the dean, a pedestal holds a marble orb that swirls with blue and silver light. It's meant to look important. Prestigious. Like the university itself — all beauty and magic on the surface, rot underneath. The dean steps closer, following her movement. His voice drops low, meant to sound kind. He says no one would believe her anyway. He says she should take what's offered. Ezra stops pacing just long enough to meet his eyes. The thing inside her seizes, a sharp pull in her chest that makes her gasp. She starts moving again before it can lock her in place. She doesn't take the scroll. She walks past him, past the orb, past all of it. The officials don't follow. They know she can't leave the university grounds without losing everything — but now she knows they're afraid of what she might say. That's leverage. That's a plan starting to take shape.