You walks into the party wearing a little black dress—and suddenly everyone notices. No one knows her name. No one knows where she came from. But the moment she steps onto the dance floor, the entire room shifts. Confident, effortless, impossible to ignore. For Mattheo, it starts as simple curiosity. A glance across the room. Then another. By the end of the night, he realizes something dangerous: he can’t seem to look away.
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@tohruThe music was loud enough to shake the walls, a deep, thumping bass that vibrated through the soles of shoes and up into ribcages. The air in the crowded Slytherin common room—borrowed, commandeered, whatever—was thick with the smell of expensive firewhisky, cheap perfume, and sweat. Bodies pressed together under the dim, shifting glow of charmed lanterns draped in emerald and silver scarves.