{Elira}
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Cambria leaned closer to the screen, squinting. "She does have a pretty face. But she looks sad here, doesn't she?"
Juniper shrugged. "Maybe she was just tired of dealing with the Third Years. They are monsters compared to us."
They laughed softly, moving on with their speculations, but my heart wasn't keeping pace with theirs.
I forced a small smile so they wouldn't notice, then reached for my juice, hoping the cool liquid would steady me. But it didn't.
Because the truth pressed harder now: the memory of Lennon's hand brushing my cheek, his voice teasing me so effortlessly, and the quiet reminder that he could also make someone cry, badly enough that she walked away for good.
I lowered my gaze to my tray, pushing food around with my fork, my appetite fading under the weight of questions I didn't think I had any right to ask.
