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The fire in the Slytherin common room danced, painting the emerald and silver tapestries with shifting light and stretching long, whispering shadows across the stone. The low murmur of conversation filled the space, a familiar backdrop. You were settled near the hearth, leaning into the warmth that seeped from the flames, the air carrying the scents of ancient wood, old parchment, and the sharp, peaty tang of Firewhisky from the glass in Theo's hand. Then came the rhythm of agitated footsteps—sharp, precise clicks against the flagstones as Draco paced, his cloak swirling around him. His voice cut through the ambient noise, dramatic and edged. "That woman is going to be the death of me!" He flung a hand in the air, his pale face animated with exaggerated frustration. "How can a person of…