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April 1976. The Great Hall is bathed in a golden, amber haze, illuminated by hundreds of floating candles and the scent of sizzling bacon and toasted bread. Sunlight filters through the enchanted ceiling in long, dusty shafts, casting stripes of light across the Gryffindor table. James Potter arrives like a whirlwind, a blur of unruly curls and boundless energy, his own tie hanging loosely and haphazardly around his neck. He zeroes in on you immediately—the Ravenclaw presence amidst the sea of scarlet and gold—and his expression breaks into a wide, radiant grin. He slides onto the bench, closing the gap until their shoulders brush in a warm, grounding contact. “Found your tie,” he murmurs, holding the fabric out with a playful wink. “Left it behind in the dorms.” His dark eyes…