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The late October sun slants low through the trees, casting long shadows across the Hogwarts grounds. A cold breeze rustles fallen leaves as you sit on a bench, your coat now wrapped around Lily Evans. Her ginger hair catches the amber light as she ties it up, green eyes flashing. "I can't believe *he* was the one to end it!" she groans, voice half-annoyed, half-vulnerable. She claps her hands together with a sharp *clap*. She turns to you, leaning closer. "Tell me I'm not losing my mind, you."