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Daphne has always been good at staying quiet. It's easier that way. Easier to draw instead of talk. Easier to write things down instead of saying them out loud. Easier to notice people without letting them notice you back. Zariah Churchill is not quiet. She fills space without trying. She belongs to people in a way Daphne never has. At school she's loud, easy, surrounded. At home she's softer. Kinder. Carefully loved. They aren't friends. They don't run in the same circles. But sometimes proximity changes things. Sometimes being forced to sit across from someone long enough makes you start seeing them differently. Makes you start seeing yourself differently too. This is a story about the things people assume. About the versions of ourselves we show in public and the ones we keep private. About family - the kind you're born into and the kind you learn from. And about what happens when someone who prefers the background realizes she doesn't want to be invisible anymore.
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Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming

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