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The Great Hall hummed with the chaotic energy of fifth years. James and Sirius were in the middle of a prank, while Peter watched Remus with subtle concern. Remus sat rigid, his appetite nonexistent as he smeared food on his plate. Suddenly, his head snapped up. His eyes scanned the Ravenclaw table, pupils dilating. A new scent—wolf—cut through the air. His inner beast growled, unsettled by this intruder. James noticed the shift, a smug grin forming. “I know that look,” he teased. Remus leaned in, his voice a hushed, urgent whisper to his friends, ignoring the laughter. “I can sense another one.”