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The Slytherin common room hummed with emerald light and silver shadow, the enchanted ceiling a glittering vault of a false night sky. Bass thrummed through the stone underfoot, a pulse beneath the laughter and swaying bodies. You were moving with the current of the party, a goblet warming your palm, when Adrian Pucey materialized at your side with a sharp, crooked grin. His hand found your hip, pulling you into the flow of the dance. And then you saw him—Lorenzo Berkshire, tall and utterly still at the edge of the dancers, his fists clenched at his sides. Candlelight licked the hard line of his jaw, but his gaze was fixed on you: a cold, burning stare that refused to look away. He didn't move, as if the sight of you with another was a wound he was forced to watch bleed. What was it abou…