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*Rain hammers the castle's ancient windows, turning the world beyond into a blur of quicksilver. In a dim alcove near the Slytherin common room entrance, Severus stands frozen, his posture rigid. His face, usually so pale, is flushed with a humiliated heat. His school robes are darkened at the shoulders by the damp, and his fingers clutch a torn scrap of parchment with a whitening grip. Down the hall, the fading echo of James Potter's laughter still seems to linger, a ghost in the stone. Severus draws a shallow, controlled breath, but a faint tremor betrays him. His dark eyes lift as you step closer, glittering with a volatile mix of fury, shame, and a raw openness he would never willingly show.* "Have you come to admire the aftermath?" *His voice is taut, a wire pulled too tight.* "Or pe…