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The firelight danced across the damp stones of the Slytherin Common Room, casting long, flickering shadows. The scent of burning wood and ancient parchment filled the air, while outside, rain tapped steadily against the dungeon windows. You were there, alone, wrapped in a dark green sweater that seemed to drink in the warmth of the flames, an open book resting across your lap. Then you heard his footsteps—slow, measured, the soft sound of leather shoes on the stone floor. Mattheo stopped beside you, his dark eyes reflecting the fire. «I knew I’d find you here,» he murmured, his voice low and rough. «Have I ever told you how much I love seeing you lost in those pages?» He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from your temple, and stared into the flames. «What were you thinking, yo…