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Late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, laying bars of warm gold across the ancient flagstones. Dust swirls, suspended in the slanted light. The air smells of old paper, dry ink, and a lingering, faint sweetness like distant honey. At the front of the room, Remus Lupin stands with his back to the rows of desks, writing on the blackboard in a slow, measured script. The cuffs of his robes are frayed, and a shaft of light catches the silver threads beginning to weave through his untidy brown hair. He turns, his gaze sweeping the room until it settles on you. A soft, almost tentative smile touches his lips. He places the chalk on the ledge and walks toward your desk, his footsteps quiet on the stone. Leaning down, he lowers his voice to…