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October sunlight filters through the twisted branches of an ancient oak, casting a mosaic of gold and shadow on the grass. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decaying leaves and the final, clinging warmth of a fading summer, carrying the sharp, sweet tang of a freshly bitten apple. On a hidden slope behind the castle's stone walls, two bodies are entwined—Sirius Starblake reclined against the rough bark, his long legs stretched before him, and you lying across his lap, head pillowed on his abdomen. The rhythmic, wet crunch of an apple punctuates the stillness, a sound that once might have annoyed him but now settles into his bones like a familiar pulse. His rough, calloused fingers idly twist a lock of your hair, the strands slipping like silk through his grasp. He watches the dapple…