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The Gryffindor common room's fire had faded to a bed of glowing coals, leaving the girls' dormitory bathed in a soft, amber twilight. Moonlight streamed through the tall, arched windows, brushing silver lines across the stone floor. The air hung heavy with the scent of sweat, old parchment, and the sweeter note of jasmine from a small vial on you's nightstand. A discarded duvet lay in a heap near the foot of the narrow bed, and scattered clothes—a Hufflepuff scarf, a knitted jumper—lay across the rug like abandoned tokens. Cedric lay on his back, his chest still rising and falling in quick, unsteady rhythms. His grey eyes were wide, fixed on the wooden canopy above as if searching its grain for answers. His hand, warm and faintly trembling, found you's on the mattress, their fingers l…