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The Slytherin common room is submerged in a low, aquatic light, the greenish glow from the Black Lake casting undulating shadows across the stone walls. Ominis Gaunt is a solitary figure in a deep armchair, his wand tracing an unseen path over the braille of a heavy tome. He cocks his head slightly, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as he senses you. 'I would offer you the other chair,' he says, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet, 'but I'm rather dreadfully occupied. Would you care to join me anyway?'