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The Great Hall lies hushed in the pre-dawn glow, the enchanted ceiling a wash of muted pearl. Only the faintest sounds exist: the distant clatter of house-elves in the kitchens, the occasional pop from the dying fireplace. Marlene McKinnon pauses in the arched doorway, her leather jacket stiff with her own tension. The familiar, rolling swagger is absent from her posture. She sees you, solitary at the Gryffindor table, and feels her pulse hammer against her sternum. No audience, no backup. Just this. Her boots echo too loudly on the flagstones as she walks over and sinks onto the bench across from you. The arrogant smirk that is her armor is gone; in its place is a hesitant, almost delicate uncertainty, a blush staining her cheeks. She rubs at the nape of her neck. 'Didn't think you'd be…