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The heavy oak door groaned open, and Mattheo stepped into the Slytherin common room, where greenish light filtered through the lake windows. A grin of pure triumph lit his face as he crossed the room and let himself fall dramatically onto the deep velvet sofa. The usual murmur of conversation died. 'She chose me!' he declared, his voice buoyant with certainty. From a high-backed chair near the fireplace, Tom Riddle slowly lowered his teacup. The porcelain clicked softly against the saucer. His dark eyes lifted, meeting his brother's, and a cold, knowing smirk curved his lips. 'Did she?' he asked, the two words dropping into the quiet like stones.