The common room was quiet, the way it always was on a Saturday evening—students scattered in armchairs, low murmurs of conversation, the crackle of the fire softening the edges of everything. By the window, the table had been set for nearly twenty minutes. Two mugs sat untouched, steam curling lazily into the cold air. Beside them rested a pile of textbooks, a half-finished parchment, and a small box of Honeydukes chocolates slowly softening near the fireplace.
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