48 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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The class had just settled back into their seats when Flitwick clapped his hands. “Alright, wands away for now. I want you to listen.” That got their attention. Flitwick never made them put their wands away unless something important was coming. The usual rustling and chatter died down as he looked over the class, his expression thoughtful. “I imagine,” he said, “that all of you have been paying attention to what’s been happening outside these walls.” Silence. “The World Cup.…
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The corridor outside the Defense classroom was already crowded when Harry arrived. He spotted Daphne near the middle of the group, looking half-bored and half-alert. Everyone was waiting. Moody stood by the door like a gargoyle with a pulse, arms folded, magical eye spinning slow as he watched them gather. “Classroom’s been altered for today,” he said without preamble. “You’ll be going in groups of four. I’ll read the names. When you hear yours, you enter. The moment you step through that…
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The hotel was modest but clean, with worn carpets and heavy floral curtains that looked like they hadn’t been changed in decades. Sirius dropped his bag onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. “Not a single self-fluffing pillow in sight,” he complained, poking at the mattress. “Do muggles enjoy suffering, or is it just a hobby for them?” Harry smirked, placing his own bag on the chair. “You sound like Dudley. He used to whine about anything less than five-star.” Sirius raised an eyebrow.…
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Warm honey filled the little kitchen. Mariel perched at the rough pine table, heels hooked on the lowest rung, while her father tore open a fresh loaf. Steam drifted up from the soft center. He nudged a chunk her way, crumbs tumbling onto the worn board. She added a spoonful of honey and let the syrup sink in. Their minds brushed. Still tastes like childhood, she teased, sending the thought across the tiny space. Damien’s eyes crinkled. I keep waiting for you to get tired of it. Never. She took…
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Harry had his quill in hand, but he wasn’t writing. Instead, he was watching Hermione, who was already flipping through Introduction to Arithmantic Theory. “Alright,” she said, setting her quill down. “Let’s figure out where you went wrong.” Harry exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, considering it took me four hours to get through one sentence, I’d say… everywhere?” Hermione gave him a look but didn’t argue. “Let’s start from what you already know.” Harry…
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