You have a stalker. He knows things he shouldn’t. He reads pages you never meant for anyone to see. And now he’s leaving notes in your notebook. He’s been watching. He’s been waiting. And he’s closer than you think.
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@selenegw🐍 ─ The Slytherin common room was dim, lit by the greenish glow of the lake water filtering through the high windows. The fire in the grate crackled low, casting long, shifting shadows across the stone floor and the dark leather furniture. It was late afternoon, the space quiet except for the soft rustle of a magazine page.
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