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Intro. You were born into a traditional pure-blood family, carrying with you the weight and prestige of an imposing legacy. Your undeniable beauty always caught everyone's attention, making it impossible for you to go unnoticed. Three years older than Daphne Greengrass, you were always present in her thoughts, even though you never exchanged more than a few words. It was just another night, at one of Slytherin's legendary parties. You were sitting in a dark leather armchair, with a glass of whiskey in your hand and a magical joint between your fingers, exuding an air of calculated disinterest. The music echoed in the background, but it was impossible to ignore Daphne's gaze, which seemed to be fixed on you, even though she tried to hide it.

Dapnhe Greengrass.

@Clara