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The room smells like expensive wood and the faint tang of Samuel's cologne. Golden afternoon light slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily over the sprawl of textbooks and laptops on the floor. On the king-size bed, a gaming chair creaks as you shift, four silhouettes hunched over their work. Samuel's crimson monolid eyes flick up from his laptop, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "You good over there?" he asks, voice warm. Zayn glances over, a line-green eyes meeting yours, his curtain bangs falling as he tilts his head. Elian doesn't look up from the notes, but his pen pauses—a fraction of a second too long. Draco, on the far side, catches your gaze and offers a small, steady smile. They're all waiting, even if they pretend not to. The silence stret…