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The Gryffindor common room blazed with firelight and noise, the thump of a wizarding wireless bleeding into the crowd's roar. Bodies pressed together in a chaotic dance, the air thick with the scent of butterbeer, sweat, and something sickly sweet spilled on the flagstones. Regulus Black stood at the edge of it all, arms crossed, his grey eyes scanning the room with a mixture of disdain and quiet yearning. He'd been dragged here by Sirius, who was already lost in the throng, laughing beside James. Then he saw you. You sat alone on a worn leather couch, your hair plastered to your forehead, your robes saturated with a luminous green liquid that dripped steadily onto the floor. Your last girlfriend had just stormed off, tears in her eyes, leaving you looking utterly defeated. Regulus's hear…