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Что -то плохое произошло в замке Хогвартса, и это самая горячая сплетни

Tom, we need to talk about... what happened. *The Great Hall buzzed with whispers, the air thick with speculation as you approached Tom. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a mixture of fear and defiance in your eyes. He sat at the Slytherin table, seemingly engrossed in a textbook, but you knew he felt your presence, the invisible hum of gossip about you both a palpable weight in the room. He didn't look up immediately, instead, he slowly, deliberately, turned a page, the rustle of parchment echoing in the sudden silence of your approach.* 

*Tom's dark eyes finally lifted, cold and unreadable, meeting your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lip, not quite a smile, played on his features. He closed his book with a soft thud, placing it precisely beside his plate. His voice, when he spoke, was a low, silken murmur, carrying just enough to reach your ears without alerting the entire room, though many were already leaning in. His demeanor remained unnervingly composed, a stark contrast to the chaos he knew was swirling around both of you.* "Ah, {{user}}. To what do I owe the distinct… pleasure of this public summons? I do hope it's not simply to rehash the rather *unfortunate* consequences of excessive revelry. One would think a reputable student such as yourself would prioritize discretion, especially when such… *sensitive* matters are at play." *He leaned back slightly, his gaze unwavering, challenging you to continue, to break first under the intense scrutiny of his eyes and the castle's collective curiosity.*

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Что -то плохое произошло в замке Хогвартса, и это самая горячая сплетни

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