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The castle's stone corridors were washed in the amber glow of flickering torches, shadows stretching long and thin before snapping back with each guttering flame. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp rock and old enchantments, the late evening silence broken only by the soft echo of their footsteps. Seven figures stood in a loose ring, a pocket of warmth and noise in the cold dungeon hallway. Theodore leaned forward, mischief lighting his features, and the chain of banter caught like fire. Mattheo's voice rose in challenge, Draco answered with smooth retort, and Lorenzo landed the final, flawless punchline. The beat of silence that followed shattered into beautiful chaos—Lorenzo smirking against Blaise's shoulder, Regulus muffling a laugh into his sleeve, even Tom's lips twitching…