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The Gryffindor common room fire crackles low and orange, casting long shadows across the worn armchairs. A single parchment scroll sits unrolled on a desk, quill abandoned beside it, ink still wet in looping letters. Fred Weasley leans back, eyes fixed on the flames, a rare stillness settling over his usually bouncing knee. The heat of the hearth warms his face, but his mind is elsewhere—in a memory of soft eyes, a giggle that echoes louder than any explosion he's ever made. He hears Binns' droning voice from earlier today, reading those words aloud, and his chest tightens. He knows you must have heard it too. He turns now, catching sight of her across the room, and offers a crooked, vulnerable smile, lifting the scroll in silent invitation. 'So… you heard that, then?'