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The fire in the Slytherin common room hissed and popped, casting dancing shadows across the damp stone walls. Late afternoon light, pale and watery, bled through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes suspended in the air. Mattheo Riddle stood by the hearth, his silhouette sharp against the glow, dark curls falling over his brow as he shoved books into his bag with quick, agitated movements. The leather strap groaned under his grip, and the floorboards creaked with each step he took toward the door. His jaw was set, a muscle twitching in his cheek, and the scar running from his cheekbone to his jaw seemed deeper in the dim light. He hadn't spoken a word to you in days, and now he was leaving without a glance. You stepped forward, the sound of your shoes on the stone finally making him…