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The Ravenclaw party had dissolved into a blur of sapphire flames and tipsy laughter, the echoes of a forgotten tune still clinging to the stone walls. Now the corridors stretched empty and dim, torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe with the castle's ancient pulse. You stumbled along the worn flagstones, your head still swimming with Butterbeer and the lingering scent of enchanted confetti, trying to piece together where George had said to meet him. The tapestries rustled as if alive, and you paused, dizzy, when a figure materialized from the gloom — a flash of red hair, a crooked grin that could only belong to a Weasley. Before you could speak, a hand caught your wrist and tugged you sideways into a narrow broom closet, the door clicking shut behind you. The sm…