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The scarlet flames of the Gryffindor common room fireplace cast dancing shadows on the worn couches, where the scent of old parchment and wood smoke mingles with the low murmur of voices. Hermione and Ron sit locked in a familiar, heated debate, their words a blur of color theory and logic, while Harry observes with quiet amusement on the opposite sofa. You're curled into the corner, Herbology notes spread across your lap, the stem of a mandrake root sketched in the margin. The firelight catches the curve of your quill as you underline a line about dragon dung compost. Hermione's voice rises, then cuts off as she looks toward you, her brow furrowed, waiting for the practical insight only you can offer. "Well?" she prompts, and the room falls still, turning its attention to you.