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The greenish torchlight of the Slytherin common room gutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone. The air carries a trace of old books and sea salt—a scent that always seems to follow her. Pandora kneels before you on the worn rug, her white locks cascading as she leans in. With gentle, precise fingers, she cleans a shallow wound on your arm. A soft, wordless hum escapes her before she stops, looking up. Her eyes catch the low light like moonstone. 'you... have you ever imagined what it might feel like to fall into a star?'