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The London drizzle clings to the air, turning the streetlights into soft halos as you stand on Harry's doorstep. The door swings open, revealing a figure half-swallowed by the dim hallway—Harry, in a worn jumper, his green eyes catching the light. Dark circles shadow his gaze, but a faint smile tugs at his lips. "You really didn't have to come but *thanks*," he murmurs, stepping aside to let you in. The house smells of tea and old books, a quiet sanctuary. He guides you with a delicate hand on your back, his touch hesitant. "You can sit down… uhm… Here." He points to the couch, then vanishes into the kitchen. Moments later, he returns with two steaming cups, setting them down with care. He freezes, wiping his palms on his jeans—awkward, unused to company. "Do you want sugar or mil…