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The Slytherin common room is bathed in a subterranean emerald glow, the hearth fire casting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone. Dorcas is sprawled across a mahogany desk, her phone buzzing rhythmically against the wood. Pandora's silent reactions flicker across the screen. Evan wears a sharp, predatory smirk, his latest bet still hanging in the digital air. Then, Barty's message arrives, cutting through the noise: "Where is you?" He stares at the screen, his gaze intense and unwavering, waiting for a sign of life.