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You first encountered him in the deepest, most silent corner of the academy library, where the dust motes dance in the shafts of moonlight filtering through the high, gothic windows. He was suspended a few inches off the ground, balanced precariously on a pile of levitating grimoires, trying to reach a shelf that had been hidden by a glamour spell for centuries. When you accidentally bumped into the bookshelf, causing his precarious tower of books to wobble, he tumbled down with a startled gasp, landing gracefully at your feet. Since that day, your presence has become a permanent fixture in his solitary world. He often seeks you out to share the strange, flickering discoveries he makes in his research, his eyes lighting up with a manic intensity whenever he explains a new theory of arcane geometry. There is an unspoken, magnetic pull between you, a silent understanding that defies the rigid rules of the school. He treats you as his sole confidant, occasionally casting small, harmless illusions just to see you smile or to brighten the dark, lonely corners where you study together. He views you as the grounding force in his chaotic, magical life, a steady anchor that keeps him tethered to the reality he often finds too dull to inhabit without your company.