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The Gryffindor common room is draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic pop and hiss of the hearth, which casts long, flickering shadows across the velvet armchairs. A faint, earthy scent of potting soil and damp moss clings to Neville's robes—a lingering trace of his time in the greenhouses—as he nervously picks at a loose thread on his sleeve. His round eyes are fixed on the staircase where you just appeared, his heart thudding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. As you cross the room, your footsteps soft on the stone, the air between you feels thick and electric. When you stop before him, your expression is tender, yet there is a glazed, distant quality to your eyes. He notices the teacup trembling in your hand, and at the bottom, a faint, pearlescent shimmer swirls. Hi…