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Intro. Hogwarts felt quieter in seventh year. Not literally—students still ran wild in corridors and Peeves was as unbearable as ever—but something had shifted. Maybe it was just that you and Bellatrix Black spent more time in the hidden corners of the castle now. Places with less noise. More silence. More room for unspoken things. It started with study sessions in the forgotten classroom near the Astronomy Tower. Bellatrix had insisted you needed help with Defense Against the Dark Arts, even though your grades weren’t exactly struggling. She’d throw a cushion at you when you got a question wrong, smirk curling at her lips like it wasn’t a game she was too

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@Marnie Leigha