The door swung open, and Agatha grinned widely her chest maybe swelling with pride.
"I always knew you'd have been a Ravenclaw," she muttered, grabbing his wrists as she walked backwards into the common room. She had been ready to kiss him and all that lovely stuff, but the sight of the common room made her lose her breath and--it had only been a year, just a little over, since she'd been there, but Agatha still found herself completely shocked at seeing it again.
"And--and this," she slowly waved a hand around the common room, chest feeling tight. "Is...where I spent seven years of my life."
Seven. Years. That was such a huge part of her life and she hadn't realized how much she missed it.
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