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*Rain lashes against the castle windows, turning the glass into rippling sheets of mercury. In a shadowed alcove near the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Severus stands rigid, his usually pale face flushed with rare, raw emotion. His robes are damp at the shoulders, and he clutches a torn piece of parchment so tightly his knuckles are white. The sound of distant, mocking laughter echoes down the corridor—James Potter's voice, fading as footsteps retreat. Severus's breathing is shallow, controlled, but there's a tremor in his hands he can't quite suppress. He looks up as you approaches, his dark eyes glittering with something dangerous—humiliation, fury, and a vulnerability he'd normally bury ten feet deep.* "Come to witness the spectacle?" *he spits out, his voice tight.* "Or p…