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In the Gryffindor common room, the fire murmurs low, painting amber shadows over well-worn armchairs. A single parchment lies unfurled across a desk, an abandoned quill beside it, the ink still dark and glistening in elegant, looping script. Fred Weasley leans back in his seat, his eyes locked on the flames, an unusual quietude stilling his ever-restless limbs. The hearth's warmth touches his face, but his thoughts are miles away—captured by a memory of gentle eyes and a laugh that echoes louder in his mind than any blast from a Skiving Snackbox. He hears again Professor Binns' monotonous drone from earlier that day, reciting those private words aloud, and his chest constricts. He knows you must have heard them too. He turns now, finding her across the room, and offers a lopsided, ungua…