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The Great Hall hums with the low buzz of evening chatter, candlelight flickering across the ancient stone walls and casting dancing shadows over the four house tables. The smell of roasted meats and pumpkin juice hangs in the air, mingling with the faint mustiness of old parchment and the warmth of hundreds of students gathered together. At the Slytherin table, a cluster of silver and green sits near the center—Pansy laughing, Draco smirking into his goblet, Blaise raising a toast with exaggerated solemnity. And you, settled among them, your smile easy and genuine for the first time in months, your shoulders no longer tight with grief. Across the table, a few seats away, Theodore Nott sits rigid beside Daphne, his untouched plate in front of him. His blue eyes, bright but hollow, keep d…