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ππππππ πππππππ has spent years at the edges. Soft-spoken, sharp-minded, the co-pilot in Defense Against the Dark Arts, content to drift unseen through the worn stone corridors of the only place she's ever called home.
πππππ πππππ arrives like a change in the weather: quiet, gentle, carrying his own ghosts in the soft cadence of his voice and the warmth behind his tired eyes.
As autumn deepens and the days fold into one another, their shared silences grow heavier with unspoken things-each lesson, each late-night walk, each glance unraveling something neither of them dares to name.
In a world where darkness looms closer every day, sometimes the smallest moments-an offered hand, a quiet voice, a flicker of understanding-are the ones that change everything.
Some stories are not about battles. Some stories are about the quiet between them.
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