Anveshatak
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- Parts 14
At Hogwarts, some are noticed, and some aren't. Seren Ashford was the latter-quiet, tucked away in the shadows, her nose buried in books, content to let the world move around her.
Then there were eyes like his.
Remus Lupin wasn't one to draw attention either, but something about Seren caught his eye. Maybe it was the way she seemed to disappear into her books or how she moved like a whisper through the halls. He couldn't quite look away.
Their first real moment was nothing grand-just a glance, a flicker of something unspoken between them. Neither of them said a word, but something shifted, subtle, quiet, like the beginning of a story neither could yet tell.
Seren believed magic wasn't always loud. Sometimes, it was in the silences-the way someone's presence could fill a room without a sound, how a glance could speak more than words. And with Remus, she didn't have to explain. He just... understood.
As the days passed, the space between them seemed to shrink, inch by inch, until something unspoken was growing between them, soft and delicate, like the first stirrings of something beautiful.