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In the Gryffindor common room, the last embers of the fire whispered and popped, painting the stone walls in a dance of orange and deep gray. Neville perched on the edge of his bed, a textbook forgotten beside him, his attention fixed on the lamplight glinting off the silver clasp of you's choker. She was curled on the hearthrug, a book open in her lap, one pale finger tracing a line of text. His throat felt dry, his wand a familiar, comforting weight in his restless hands. He took a shallow breath, the words forming slowly. "So," he began, his voice barely above the crackle of the logs, "what are you reading?"