Marauders
The dungeons were dim and cool that afternoon, the torches burning low against the damp stone walls. The sound of bubbling cauldrons filled the silence, steady, rhythmic, almost hypnotic. Fifth-year Gryffindors and Slytherins filed in with books pressed to their sides, the familiar scent of metal, smoke, and potion ingredients clinging to the air.
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