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The Gryffindor common room blazed with warmth against the October chill outside. Firelight painted the stone walls in amber and gold, catching the edges of abandoned goblets and worn book spines. Laughter and chatter from other students felt distant, muffled, like sound underwater. James Potter leaned against a sofa arm, tie undone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair a tangle of dark curls the fire turned to copper. His hazel eyes weren't on the Exploding Snap game or the crowd around the hearth. They were fixed on you. You sat cross-legged on the window ledge, your silhouette outlined by the storm-bleached sky. One hand cradled your cheek; the other rested empty in your lap. Rain traced silver rivers down the glass behind you, and wind rattled the panes, but you looked utterly still,…