In the corridors of Hogwarts, students moved in tight clusters, scarves wrapped high, eyes half-shut against the cold wind as they hurried to class. He walked alone across the courtyard, hands in his coat pockets, eyes fixed on something far away—or maybe nothing at all. Whispers followed him like shadows. Some didn’t meet his gaze. Some watched from a distance. And then there was her. A Ravenclaw girl, standing by the fountain with her book in hand, looking at him. Lost something?
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13/04/2025