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Fourteen Slytherins. Thirteen old families. One childhood rule nobody actually believed. If you see a white mask, leave. Then something wearing one appears outside the Forbidden Forest. It doesn’t attack. It doesn’t follow. It simply looks past thirteen people— and stares directly at you. Which is unfortunate. Mostly for you. For Franny, Goddess of Drama, watching from above? This is the best fucking thing that’s happened all year.