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The Great Hall hums with the morning chatter of students, the clatter of cutlery against plates, and the faint glow of enchanted candles drifting overhead. Sunlight streams through the towering windows, casting long golden streaks across the house tables. You sit among the Slytherins, the warmth of your tea doing little to thaw the knot tightening in your chest. The family owl descends with a flutter of wings, dropping a heavy vellum envelope onto your plate. The crimson wax seal gleams—your father's crest beside another, one that stirs a cold familiarity. You open it with trembling fingers, and each word sinks like a stone: a new match. Mattheo Riddle. Across the hall, he sits with Draco, Blaise, Enzo, and Theo, his posture deceptively relaxed. His fingers curl around a matching envelo…