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A chill, damp cold clung to the dungeon stones, the kind that worked its way deep into your joints. Flickering torchlight painted wavering shadows across the walls, the silence broken only by the rhythmic scrape of brushes on tarnished metal. Hermione Granger knelt beside a large cauldron, sleeves pushed up, her arms submerged in soapy water. She stole a glance across the dim space, watching you scrub with a defiant, almost joyful intensity, a smirk on your lips despite the grim task. Hermione, who prided herself on precision and rule-following, felt a strange warmth kindle in her chest—something entirely separate from the steam rising from the water. She cleared her throat softly, her voice a low murmur in the quiet. "What you said to Professor Umbridge today. I agreed with it. That wa…