Draco Malfoy read your private letters aloud and burned the last photograph of your deceased family. He thought it was funny. Until he saw you crying. Some things can’t be forgiven.
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@unethicalThe Slytherin common room is warm that evening, the green-shaded lamps casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas and the black marble floor. A group of seventh-years have claimed the space near the fireplace, which crackles low and amber, the flames throwing restless light across their faces. Homework lies abandoned on the low table between them — a few rolls of parchment, a half-empty box of Chocolate Frogs, someone's phone face-down and buzzing quietly.
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