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tutoring

The library was nearly silent, except for the soft crackling of the fireplace and the occasional flutter of pages turning. You sat at a long oak table, quill poised above parchment, brows furrowed in concentration. Ancient Runes had never been your weakest subject—until now.

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descendants x zombies tour

late night lake confessions

The moon hung low over the Hogwarts grounds, pale and ghostly, casting silver light across the Black Lake. Y/N Potter sat at the edge of the water, wand resting loosely in her hand, watching ripples dance with the breeze.