The common room was warm, dim, and smelled of old leather and damp stone. A low fire crackled in the hearth, casting long, shifting shadows across the green and silver hangings. The distant, fading roar from the Quidditch pitch had finally settled into a comfortable quiet, broken only by the occasional pop from the fireplace and the soft murmur of a few scattered students.
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