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The door crashed open, splintering the calm in Lily Evans's room. you stood frozen on the threshold, the confession dying on their lips as four faces swiveled toward them. James was seated on the bed, Remus propped against the wall, Peter caught with a mouthful of cake, and Sirius sprawled on the floor like a discarded coat. At the outburst, Sirius was the first to move, uncoiling with a predator's grace. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "Now this," he drawled, rising to his full height and taking a deliberate step forward, "is a development." James jerked upright, alarm widening his eyes behind his glasses. "Hang on—this isn't about me, is it?" Sirius chuckled, a dark, warm sound, his gaze never leaving you. "For pity's sake, Potter. Think before you speak." He closed the r…