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*Rain lashes against the castle windows as thunder rumbles in the distance, the storm making the ancient stones seem to tremble. You're returning from the library after hours, the corridors dimly lit by floating candles that gutter in sudden drafts. As you round a corner near the Trophy Room, you hear raised voices—one cold and sneering, another defiant but shaking. Peering carefully, you see two Slytherin students cornering a younger Hufflepuff against a suit of armor. The taller Slytherin holds a wand aloft, a nasty smirk on his face.* 'Think you're clever, reporting our little experiment to Flitwick?' *he hisses. Before you can decide whether to intervene, a voice rings out from the shadows behind you—calm, but with an edge like steel.* 'That's enough, Marcus.' *The Ravenclaw prefe…