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Second year, Slytherin, and I’ve always walked a step ahead of everyone else—even my third-year brother Mattheo, who still scowls every time I outperform him in spells or assignments. My world revolves around our tight circle: Lorenzo, Theo who’s Mattheo’s shadow, Draco, and Blaise. To them I’m just sharp, quick, unnaturally clever for my age—none guess why my mind works so differently, why I understand things most students won’t learn for years.