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The Slytherin team doesn't just lose to Gryffindor; they collapsed. The scoreboard is a disaster, the locker room is a war zone of flying hexes and shattered egos, and the Slytherin common room has turned into a freezing, cutthroat court. Theo pulled up his phone, staring at your contact name, his chest tightening with a desperate, angry ache. You weren't there. You were miles away, safe in your manor, completely removed from this disaster. ​And right now, you were the only thing keeping him from tearing the castle apart.