TR

At first, Tom’s interest was cold and methodical. He catalogued her habits, her preferences, her intellectual limits. He noted her reactions to darker subjects in class—how her gaze lingered when ancient curses were discussed, how she stiffened when magic crossed ethical boundaries. She intrigued him not because she mirrored him, but because she did not.

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@diisere

The dungeons of Hogwarts in the late evening held a particular kind of silence. It was not empty, but thick—a heavy quiet broken only by the distant drip of water on stone and the soft, rhythmic echo of footsteps. The air was cool and carried the scent of damp earth and old parchment.

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