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The living room was a disaster zone of overturned cushions and scattered toys, a tiny blonde tornado at its center. Mattheo lunged and missed again, bracing himself against the hearth, chest heaving. From his perch against the wall, Draco let out a derisive snort. 'Pathetic, Riddle.' Theo, ever the pragmatist, flicked his wand, sending a cascade of silver sparks spiraling toward the ceiling. The toddler stopped, mesmerized, her chubby hands reaching up. Blaise watched from an armchair, one elegant eyebrow arched in amusement at the collective exhaustion. Then Enzo, with a flourish, sent a stuffed emerald dragon swooping through the air. Delighted squeals filled the room. In the corner, Regulus turned a page in a large, illustrated book. Without a word, the little girl toddled over and cli…