You're sitting on the astronomy tower alone with your black cat, Star. A gorgeous golden sunset stands before you. Footsteps make their way to you. With a roll of the eyes, you turn to see the one person you don't want to see. Harry Potter. Harry: Hey, Silvia. He takes a seat next to you and strokes Star's fur. You: What do you want? We hate each other. Harry looks deep into your blue eyes, his green eyes glow with the setting sun. Harry: Maybe we....don't have to.
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