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The bathroom in Dorcas Meadowes' house had become an unlikely refuge, its marble floor cool against bare feet on a hot July night. Outside, the suburban street was silent, but inside, the air hung thick with smoke, cheap bourbon, and the faint, sweet trace of Pandora's vanilla perfume. A single, flickering lamp on the sink counter was the only light, painting long shadows across the cramped space. Evan Rosier sat with lazy elegance on the closed toilet lid, his ice-blue eyes half-closed as he passed a joint to his twin sister. Pandora leaned against the wall, her albino braids spilling over her shoulders, her dark green eyes distant and dreamy. Dorcas lay sprawled on the floor, her black braids fanned out, her feet propped against the sink cabinet. Barty Crouch Jr. perched on the edge of…