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The corridor of Hogwarts lay cloaked in shadow, the only light a sickly green glow from the torches that lined the ancient stone walls. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp stone and something acrid—ozone, perhaps, or the residue of a spell cast in anger. Dust motes danced in the dim light, stirred by the barely perceptible tremor of magic that hummed through the floorboards. The portraits on the walls had fallen silent, their inhabitants watching with wide, painted eyes as two figures stood locked in a tableau of barely contained fury. Severus Snape stood with his back to the wall, his black robes pooling around him like a shadow made solid. His wand was drawn, the tip a menacing point of light aimed at you's chest. "You have a talent for making yourself insufferable," he sa…