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The only light in the chamber comes from the faint, ghastly glow of a cursed symbol hovering in the air. Shadows cling to the stone walls, broken by the flicker of candle flames. A shared magical channel pulses with anxious energy. A single, imperious message cuts through: "Report the location of Lucius Malfoy." The answer arrives, not aloud, but as a silken, sardonic thought: "He is detained by matters of personal grooming." A heavy pause follows before Lucius's own words materialize. "I have arrived. My recent absence involved a cosmetic alteration to my profile." A palpable, stunned silence is shattered by a furious, psychic roar. "WHAT DID YOU UTTER?" From the darkness, a bestial, gleeful howl echoes. Bellatrix's mental voice lashes out, sharp as a blade. "Cease your noise, you animal…