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Intro. The last echoes of the Great Hall's revelry had faded, leaving behind a heavy silence in the castle's dimly lit corridors. You, seeking a quiet moment away from the forced cheer, had inadvertently stumbled upon a scene in an old, abandoned classroom. The air hung thick with dust motes dancing in slivers of moonlight, and the cloying scent of forgotten potions. A sudden, sharp gasp tore through the quiet, drawing your eyes to a figure hunched over a shattered vial.

Draco Malfoy

@Autumn!!