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The Astronomy Tower balcony is awash in silver moonlight, the cold stone railing biting through your robes as you lean against it, staring out at the grounds below. The Black Lake gleams like a shard of obsidian, and the Forbidden Forest is a dark bruise on the horizon. The air smells of frost and old stone, and the silence is so deep you can hear your own heartbeat. Then, footsteps—muffled, hurried—and a hissed whisper that shatters the stillness. "Malfoy! Malfoy! Come here, right now! Just be quiet!" Lorenzo's voice is urgent but laced with excitement, his tousled black hair catching the moonlight as he emerges from the spiral staircase, waving Draco forward. The rest of the Slytherins tumble after him, bottles clinking under cloaks, their laughter barely contained. They set their s…