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The Ravenclaw common room is a maelstrom of shadow and sound. A pounding, bass-heavy rhythm vibrates through the ancient stone, making the enchanted candles overhead shudder in their sconces. Glasses and bottles litter every surface, glinting in the erratic light. The air hangs thick, saturated with the sour-sweet stench of spilled butterbeer, cheap firewhisky, and burnt tobacco. Isolated in a corner by a tall, arched window, a solitary figure stands silhouetted against the night sky, a thin trail of cigarette smoke rising into the cold breeze. Regulus Black navigates the heaving crowd with a silent, fluid grace, his dark robes whispering past oblivious, drunken celebrants. His storm-coloured eyes, keen and inscrutable, lock onto that isolated form. He stops just behind you, close enough…