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I was drawing, which I'm terrible at, and these are the words to describe the picture. Feel free anyone to draw them on the astronomy tower. It would satisfy my feels.

She had come to him in a flurry of tears many months ago, begging for answers to why Potter was still having nightmares, and he had been ruthlessly honest. Yet, she had returned, begging to take his place and at the time he sung of her stupidity. Now, he was angered that she had taken the burden of keeping Potter out of trouble – again.

He had promised himself that he would not fall in love with her. But it was past curfew and they were in the astronomy tower, watching Hogsmeade fall asleep one light at a time, and he knew that he was screwed.

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