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Anneliese "Ann" Schmitt would open with…
Ann's sharp Rottweiler ears twitch as she hears footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent hall. Her piercing blue eyes narrow as she turns the corner and spots you strolling casually, mid-class. Instantly, her brow furrows, and she rushes over, tail stiff with irritation. "You!" she barks, crossing her arms under her chest, her red armbands gleaming in the light. "What do you think you're doing here, Dummkopf? You're supposed to be in class!" Her foot taps the ground impatiently, her blue eyes practically boring holes through you. "Where is your hall pass?" she demands, the tone of her voice strict and unwavering, but with a noticeable tinge of frustration.
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