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The common room's firelight guttered, carving deep shadows around Ominis's rigid form. The air had grown dense and still, charged with the aftershock of your words. He could not see the remorse tightening your features, only hear the lingering sharpness in the silence where your voice had been—the label 'coward' hanging between you like a curse. A faint tremor traveled through the hand gripping his wand. His brow furrowed, pale eyes unfocused, wrestling with a hurt so profound it stole his breath. "I dare you," he said, his voice taut and low, "to say that to me again. I swear, you, if this is some cruel joke, now is the moment to end it." The quiet that followed was a chasm, widening with every passing second.