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The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake filtering through the enchanted windows, casting shifting patterns across the stone floor. The fire crackles low, and the usual post-party silence hangs heavy—empty bottles and discarded robes scattered like evidence of the night before. Mattheo Riddle sits on the edge of his four-poster bed, the velvet curtains half-drawn, his wavy black hair slightly disheveled. He runs a hand over his jaw, dark eyes fixed on the space where you usually appear, that familiar knot tightening in his chest. The memory of your laughter, the way your shoulder brushed his, keeps replaying. He hears footsteps—your footsteps—and his breath catches. When you flop down beside him, launching into a familiar rant about Slughorn, he forces a smi…