Nova Ashford used to belong somewhere. In her fourth year, she was inseparable from the Marauders—James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. They were the kind of friendship people pointed at and assumed would last forever: late-night talks, shared secrets, inside jokes, endless hours spent in corridors and common rooms. But Nova had been carrying things she never knew how to explain. Years of disordered eating, depressive episodes, and the feeling that she was always one wrong sentence away from becoming too much for people to handle. Instead of asking for help, she learned how to disappear while still standing right in front of everyone.