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The firelight in the Slytherin common room flickers in rhythmic pulses, casting long, distorted shadows against the damp stone walls. The air is heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and charred wood, laced with the metallic tang of the dungeons' humidity. Beyond the towering, dark glass of the windows, the Black Lake presses inward, a silent, ink-black void. The only sounds are the rhythmic snap of the logs and the distant, mechanical heartbeat of an old clock. The portrait door creaks open, and two figures emerge from the gloom. Mattheo Riddle, carrying his usual effortless swagger with a cigarette tucked behind his ear, gives a sharp nudge to Theodore Nott, whose face remains a mask of cool indifference. Their eyes lock onto you instantly, seated alone by the hearth. A slow smirk c…