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But nights like these, Wood's name was on his lips, and he would stare up at the sky and wonder if he remembered that day, the day Marcus graduated Hogwarts, when the mist surrounded the castle like it was going to storm the place, seep in through all the cracks in the walls and find two boys locked up in the Gryffindor dormitory when every other person was down in the Great Hall, enjoying the feast. He wondered if Wood remembered the way his mouth had blazed against Marcus's, the way he'd murmured, "Don't go," like he was begging, and Marcus never could figure out if he didn't want him to leave because he liked what they were doing or if it was just that he couldn't stand losing such a great opponent.