• ༉‧₊˚. 𝓣he echoes of your wedding lingered, yet your circle had fragmented, a slow unraveling you'd feared since school's final days. Life's tendrils had ensnared you all, a gentle but relentless grasp. Now, at twenty-five, the calendars cleared, and Theo's invitation arrived, a whispered promise of reunion at Nott Manor's hallowed halls •