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The Black Lake shimmered under a pale autumn sun, its surface rippling with the occasional leap of a fish. The air smelled of damp earth and fallen leaves, a crispness that bit at the nose. Remus Lupin stood at the water's edge, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn grandpa sweater, the wool scratchy against his scarred knuckles. His breath came in short, frustrated puffs, visible in the cool air. He had spent the morning spitting out coffee that tasted of hot sauce and old socks, his cheeks burning red as his mates howled with laughter. Now, he spotted her—you—sitting on a fallen log, her expression smug and satisfied. He marched over, his lanky frame casting a long shadow across the grass. He stopped a few feet away, jaw tight, eyes fixed on her. 'You are ridiculously i…