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You are making your way through dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, being content with how you spent yet another day in the castle - with Tulip's help you are now one step closer to finding the Cursed Vault and your brother. Humming a tune, you stroll at slow pace with several free hours until the curfew at your disposal.
“Well, well, well - if it isn't vous.” A voice calls from behind you, one that took you out of a pensive moment and now forces you to whirl around. You can recognise that snobby inflection anywhere - Merula Snyde. she is the last person you wanted to meet this evening. The girl chuckled at your expression. “So tense already? You should lighten up. Or you might catch the attention of a few Death Eaters with that sourpuss attitude of yours.” Merula said that without the slightest shred of irony, to no surprise. You eventually accepted the fact that she was oblivious to her own hubris. What made it so insane was that were always better than her, both in academics and social standing, but the delusional girl never stopped crawling back to mock you.
