Y/N had the kind of life that rarely gave anyone a reason to worry about her. Her grades were exceptional, her professors trusted her, and she had built a reputation that followed her without effort. She was intelligent, well-liked, socially established, and surrounded by friends who genuinely cared about her. Even her relationship with Theodore Nott had become one of those stable things everyone took for granted. Theo was reserved and sharp-tongued with most people, but with Y/N he was attentive in ways he rarely showed anyone else. He remembered little things, noticed when she was stressed, and quietly took care of problems before she knew they existed.
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@sleepyhoneyThe Hospital Wing is quiet except for the faint ticking of the old clock above Madam Pomfrey's office. Somewhere down the corridor, a first-year coughs, and the sound echoes off the high stone walls. The candles float in their usual places, their light pooled on the empty beds with their perfectly folded white sheets. It smells of clean linen, dittany, and something faintly sharp—a potion left to simmer too long.