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Eighth year at Hogwarts. You and Scorpius Malfoy have spent years sharing classrooms, glancing at each other across corridors, existing in the same orbit without ever quite colliding. On the first train ride of your final year, fate finally forces you into the same compartment — and maybe this time, neither of you looks away.
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@delulupieThe Hogwarts Express hums with an energy that feels almost foreign—laughter spilling into corridors, trunks scraping against floors, the sharp crack of Chocolate Frog cards being traded three compartments down.
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