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In The Waiting Shadows//Hogwarts Legacy FF

In The Waiting Shadows//Hogwarts Legacy FF

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Apr 7, 2023
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Fantasy
After the final battle, Thisbe and Sebastian haven't spoken. Winter turns to spring, and the students are finishing their OWLS. As fifth year comes to a close, Thisbe is forced to finally consider her next steps, a conversation with herself that she's been putting off for far too long. Returning to Hogwarts is a no-brainer, but theres two whole months of summer where Thisbe has no home to return to. A chance encounter will give her a place to stay, but she quickly finds that this summer holiday won't bring her the peace she's been craving. Rated M for future chapters.
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Since that summer at the end of fifth year, Sebastian hadn't spoken to her. Not a word, not a glance - only the quiet weight of his absence lingering in every corridor and every classroom. Amélie had learned to fill the space he left behind. Ominis had been there, steady and loyal, his quiet presence a constant she could rely on. Poppy, Natty, Garreth, Amit - their laughter, their companionship, reminded her that she didn't need Sebastian to feel whole. And yet... the tension between them remained, sharp and unspoken. A slow, stubborn pull neither of them could name, caught somewhere between resentment and something more. This was their story: a slow burn, woven from anger, distance, and the fragile possibility of something neither expected.

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