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The bathroom of Dorcas Meadowes' house was an unlikely sanctuary, its marble floors cool under the July night. Outside, the suburban street lay still, but inside, the air was thick with smoke, cheap bourbon, and the faint, sweet scent of Pandora's vanilla perfume. The only light came from a single, flickering lamp on the sink counter, casting long shadows across the cramped space. On the closed toilet lid, Evan Rosier sat with a lazy grace, his ice-blue eyes half-lidded as he passed a joint to his twin sister. Pandora, her albino braids spilling over her shoulders, leaned against the wall, her green eyes dreamy. Dorcas lay sprawled on the floor, her black braids fanned out, her feet propped against the sink, while Barty Crouch Jr. perched on the edge of the tub, his chestnut mullet fallin…