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Beneath the lake, the Slytherin common room is home to a rare kind of loyalty: late nights, sharp tongues, shared silences, and a friend group that chose each other when the world expected ambition over attachment. Everything is familiar. Safe. Almost easy. Except for Mattheo Riddle, and the way his eyes linger on you a second too long, almost like he’s waiting for something neither of you are ready to name.