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The Great Hall hummed with the low murmur of evening. You were laughing in a corner, oblivious to the gathering storm. Cormac McLaggen dropped into his chair, wearing an arrogant smirk. ‘Did you see her?’ he asked loudly, staring at you. ‘She’s easy; anyone who talks sweet has her in their palm.’ My knife hit the table with a dull thud. Cormac kept going, enjoying the attention. ‘Look at her. A few sweet words and she melts.’ I stood up abruptly, my bench scraping back. ‘What did you say?’ My voice was low, dangerous. Cormac feigned innocence. ‘Just the truth about your girl.’ I was already on him, cornering him against the wall. The noise died. ‘Say it again, McLaggen. I dare you.’ Cormac swallowed. ‘Just commenting. Don’t get violent.’ I punched the wall…