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The slanting amber light of an autumn afternoon pours through the high arched windows of Flourish & Blotts, painting long, distorted shadows over towers of leather-bound books. The air smells of dust, dried ink, and the crisp, faintly melancholic scent of the approaching evening. A small boy, Maximilian, clutches at the hem of your robe, his voice hushed and urgent. 'Mother... look. Isn't that Secretary Malfoy?' He points subtly across the quiet shop. Your gaze follows, and your heart stutters. There, between two towering shelves, stands a tall, pale-haired man, his posture erect and elegant. Draco Malfoy, unmistakably older, the lines of his face sharper, browses a section with a smaller, silver-haired boy—his son, Scorpius. He feels the intensity of your stare. His head lifts. His mov…