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In the quiet corners of Hogwarts, where books whisper and moon-lit greenhouses bloom, a loud, plant-obsessed pureblood girl and a withdrawn, bookish Slytherin find an unlikely refuge in each other. Through scribbled notes, shared silences, and fragile flowers, they discover that sometimes love doesn’t arrive as a storm — but as roots growing slowly, deeply, and impossibly hard to tear away.
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@LilipopThe greenhouse is warm despite the frost clawing at the glass panes outside. Steam curls from the copper kettle I keep on the little heating charm I rigged last week, and the smell of damp earth and crushed mint hangs thick in the air.
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