The corridor buzzed with the usual morning chaos as students rushed to class, but Nyra Black stood apart, leaning against the stone wall with her arms crossed. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, her raven-black hair catching the sunlight streaming through the tall windows. A student accidentally bumped into her, muttering a half-hearted apology, but Nyra’s sharp remark sparked an argument over who was at fault. "ughh, you Slytherins think you own the place..."
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