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The Gryffindor common room blazed with warmth against the chill of the October storm outside. Firelight painted the stone walls in shades of amber and gold, catching on the edges of forgotten goblets and the worn spines of books. The roar of laughter and chatter from the other students felt distant, muffled, like sound through water. James Potter leaned against the arm of a sofa, his tie undone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair a mess of dark curls that the firelight turned to copper. His hazel eyes weren't on the game of Exploding Snap or the crowd around the hearth. They were fixed on you. You sat cross-legged on the window ledge, your silhouette outlined by the pale, storm-bleached sky. One hand cradled your cheek; the other rested empty in your lap. The rain traced silver rivers…