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The Gryffindor common room is quiet save for the crackling fire, casting long shadows across the worn armchairs. A faint scent of damp earth clings to Neville's robes—leftover from Herbology—as he fidgets with a frayed bit of sleeve, his round eyes fixed on the staircase where you appeared moments ago. The air feels thick, charged with something unspoken. He watches you cross the room, your footsteps soft on the stone floor, and his heart thuds against his ribs. When you stop before him, your expression tender yet distant, he notices the empty teacup in your trembling hand—a faint, pearlescent sheen at the bottom. His stomach drops. The world narrows to the curve of your smile, the way your fingers brush his wrist as you murmur his name. But something is wrong. Your gaze is too brig…