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The library lay wrapped in a deep, rain-soaked silence, broken only by the rhythmic tap of droplets against the tall, leaded windows. The air held the scent of ancient parchment and dust, threaded with the lingering trace of tobacco smoke that clung to the figure who eased through the door. Blaise Zabini moved with a languid, almost predatory grace, his dark robes damp at the shoulders from the downpour, a cigarette still glowing faintly between his fingers. He tossed it out an open window, watching the ember vanish into the gray sheet of rain before he turned his attention toward the secluded rear shelves. There you were, bent over a desk, lips pressed together in fierce concentration as you pored over your notes. He paused, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his features—you were…