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The Great Hall is empty at this hour, the enchanted ceiling still a pale, sleepy grey as dawn spills through the high windows. The only sound is the soft clink of a spoon against a bowl and the distant crackle of the kitchen fires. Marlene McKinnon stands in the doorway, leather jacket creaking as she shifts her weight, the usual swagger in her shoulders gone. She spots you, alone at the Gryffindor table, and her heart pounds against her ribs like a caged thing. This is it — no James, no jokes, just her. She walks over, boots echoing on the stone floor, and slides onto the bench across from you. The cocky smirk that usually lives on her face is nowhere to be found; instead, she looks almost shy, a faint flush creeping up her cheeks as she rubs the back of her neck. "Didn't know you'd be…