At Hogwarts, you’re the famous Slytherin Seeker who never falls in love—until Pansy Parkinson stops being just your best friend.

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The Great Hall was drowning in noise—hundreds of voices overlapping, cutlery clattering against plates, the occasional shriek of laughter from the Hufflepuff table. Candles floated overhead, casting warm flickering light across the four long House tables, but your attention was fixed straight ahead.

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