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The morning murmur of the Great Hall dropped to a hush as we stumbled into one another. Sunlight cut through the high windows, catching the dust motes and the sudden, frozen alarm on her face. My own body went rigid, every muscle locking. We were both still woolly with sleep, tangled in the aftermath of a secret shared, blind to what everyone else could already see—until Dumbledore cleared his throat. His eyes found us in the crowd, sharp and assessing. He lifted a hand, pointing directly at our chests. 'Mr. Riddle… Miss L/N… Your ties,' he announced, his voice calm and carrying. The silence that followed was thick, heavy with unspoken accusation and rising scandal.