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Yawan stepped into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour with a mixture of curiosity and quiet uncertainty. The warm scent of caramel, vanilla, and a hint of cinnamon drifted through the air, wrapping the room in a comforting sweetness that eased the tension in her shoulders.
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After her first overwhelming day in the wizarding world, the shop felt like a small, gentle pause from everything new and unfamiliar. She chose a small table by the window, watching witches and wizards pass by outside as she tried to make sense of all the impressions swirling in her mind.

A moment later, the server placed a softly glowing scoop of ice cream in front of her. Its pastel shimmer seemed almost alive, catching the light in a way that made her forget her nerves for a heartbeat. She tasted it carefully, surprised when a delicate, sparkling sensation spread across her tongue, as if tiny enchanted sparks were dancing there.

Surrounded by warm light, soft voices, and the quiet hum of magic, Yawan felt something shift inside her. For the first time since arriving, she no longer felt like an outsider. Hogwarts might turn out to be chaotic, thrilling, or even frightening at times, but here, in this cozy little shop, she found the certainty that she was ready to face whatever awaited her.
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