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[It is Christmas, and students going home for the holidays are transported across the frozen lake in sleighs pulled by white horses. In the Great Hall, snow falls from the enchanted ceiling as Hermione walks over to join Mia and Ron at the Gryffindor table.]
"It really is beautiful," Sirius murmured, his voice softened by a sense of nostalgia and grief. Tears glistened in his eyes as he reminisced about the Christmases he and the other Marauders had spent within the castle, cherishing the memories of their youthful mischief and camaraderie.
As the memories of Lily and James filled his heart, Sirius couldn't help but feel their absence all the more keenly in that particular moment. His longing for his lost friends weighed heavily on him, casting a bittersweet shadow over the festive atmosphere.
Aware of Sirius' somber mood, Remus, ever perceptive, reached out and placed a comforting hand on Sirius' shoulder, offering silent solace in the face of their shared sorrow.
Feeling the support and understanding of his friend, Sirius placed his hand on top of Remus', the silent gesture speaking volumes of the unspoken bond and solidarity between them. In that quiet exchange of empathy, their enduring friendship resonated in the air, a profound testament to the enduring strength that bound them together through joy and sorrow alike.
Hermione: Everything's set. We just need a bit of who you're changing into.
"You're actually going to do this?" McGonagall posed the question, her tone reflecting a mix of concern and uncertainty as she grappled with the challenge at hand. The weight of the situation was evident in the lines of her brow and the furrow of her brow.
It had been a few years since the infraction, yet the magnitude of their transgression weighed heavily in her mind. The delicate balance between past actions and the agreements made not to impose punishment for those prior deeds infused the air with a sense of unease.
"It was the only way, Professor. Trust me. If there had been another way, then we would have done that," Mia explained earnestly, her voice carrying a tinge of resolve borne from necessity.
"But there wasn't. So, this was our only plan," Hermione added, her words echoing Mia's sentiment with a note of conviction.
McGonagall sighed heavily, the weariness evident in her gesture as she rubbed her temples with her fingers. The conflicting emotions of understanding and responsibility etched across her features as she grappled with the weight of the decision before her. The gravity of the situation hung in the air, casting a solemn pall over the exchange as the weighty implications of their chosen course of action settled in the space between them.
Mia: Crabbe and Goyle.
"Wait a minute!" George interjected, his voice infused with surprise and a touch of disbelief at the revelation.
