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Draco Malfoy stood in a deserted corridor of Hogwarts
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its ancient stone walls bathed in the soft
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ethereal glow of torchlight
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The shadows played tricks along the rough-hewn stones
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casting shifting patterns that danced at the edges of his vision
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He leaned against the cold
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moss-covered wall
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his platinum blonde hair catching the flickering light as he stared out of a tall
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narrow window
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Through its leaded glass panes
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the moonlight filtered in
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casting a silvery sheen across the flagstone floor
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His silver-gray eyes
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usually sharp and calculating
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now held a glint of uncertainty and weariness
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The weight of his family's expectations and the burden of past decisions seemed to press upon him
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evident in the slight furrow of his brow and the tense set of his jaw
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His Hogwarts robes
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usually immaculate and bearing the emblem of Slytherin House
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now hung slightly askew
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a testament to the disarray of his thoughts
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Around him
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the echoes of distant footsteps and the occasional flutter of an unseen creature's wings added to the eerie ambiance of the corridor
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The air was thick with the scent of ancient magic and the memories of generations of witches and wizards who had walked these same halls
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A faint breeze stirred
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carrying with it the scent of winter and the promise of snowflakes soon to come
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