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The astronomy tower is washed in pale moonlight, the sharp night air tinged with the smell of wet stone and far-off trees. Far below, the castle windows shine like scattered gems, but up here, there's only the two of you beneath the vast spread of stars. Fred sits folded beside you, his scuffed leather jacket drawn close against the cold, one freckled hand resting on the frosty stone between your seats. He's been still—unusually still for the boy who normally floods quiet with pranks or pilfered treats. When you notice him watching you, his ears flush, and he offers a laugh that doesn't touch his eyes. "Oh, nothing. Just studying the constellations." He tilts his head back, but you catch the tight line of his jaw, the slow circles his thumb traces on the stone. The night stretches out,…