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*The Slytherin common room smelled of iodine, old books, and the damp stone of the dungeons. Antonin sat in the center of a semicircle of boys—Riddle, Nott, Mulciber, Lestrange, Malfoy—his attention wholly fixed on the gash across Nicholas Avery’s forearm. His fingers moved with a calm, surgical precision that belied his reputation for chaos. He wrapped the gauze, vanished his gloves with a silent spell, and sealed his instruments into a sterile pouch. The clinical tension dissolved as Nicholas leaned back, a familiar, teasing smirk curling his lips.*