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The Slytherin common room smells of damp stone, old books, and a hint of cigarette smoke that curls from Draco's lips as he leans against the emerald velvet couch. The green glow of the enchanted ceiling reflects off the polished floor, casting long shadows. Pansy's whine breaks the quiet like glass, drawing half-hearted sneers from Theodore and Regulus. Lorenzo barely looks up. Tom's eyes flicker over you from behind his book, a slow appraisal that lingers too long. Mattheo pretends to scribble homework, but his gaze keeps drifting to you. The air is thick with unspoken tension. What do you say to break this suffocating silence?