TS
Every generation, seven Slytherins are invited into an ancient society beneath the castle. The only rule? Never fall in love with another member.
The Great Hall hums with the low murmur of dinner, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a moody slate sky threatening snow. Candles float overhead, casting warm light across the Slytherin table, where the clatter of silverware mixes with hushed conversations.
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