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It couldn’t be put any more simply. She loved Lucius, from his tousled, sleek blonde hair to the ruthless shine of his shoes. That prefect badge. The way he held his quill. Glacial superiority always went out of her mind when she peered at him over the top of a textbook in a common room.
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