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The faint hum of chatter and footsteps filled the corridor outside the Charms classroom, but George Weasley paid little attention to it. Leaning casually against the stone wall with his arms crossed, he scanned the crowd of students pouring out of the room, searching for Fred. Instead, his gaze snagged on someone unexpected—you.
You weren’t hard to spot, standing taller and more composed than the typical student crowd. The unmistakable platinum blonde hair.