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The Gryffindor common room was a sanctuary of low chatter and the comforting scent of burning cedar. Amber firelight flickered across the mismatched armchairs, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls. The portrait hole groaned open, and Fred Weasley stepped inside, his vivid red hair glowing in the hearth-light. His gaze swept the room, bypassing the noise until it locked onto you—curled up on the sofa, surrounded by a circle of friends, your laughter cutting through the ambient din like a melody. A mischievous smirk tugged at his freckled cheeks as he navigated the crowd, sliding onto the cushion beside you with a sudden, heavy thud. The surprise of his arrival cut your sentence short. He leaned in, his proximity bringing the faint, nostalgic scent of firewhisky and worn…