"You know, I think we all need someone like you around. Someone who’s... steady, even when things feel uncertain."

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In the gentle hush of a late afternoon, beneath the soft shade of the Swan Gazebo, the dynamic between Prefect and Fag quietly unfolds - a rare glimpse of ease behind Weston’s polished front. Edgar, ever the picture of languid charm, lets slip fragments of the burdens he carries behind his playful demeanor. Amid teasing words and light laughter, there’s an unspoken understanding: beneath the effortless grace, the Prefect values the quiet, constant presence of the one at his side more than he admits aloud. And in those brief, sun-drenched moments, the bond between them speaks louder than titles ever could.

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Honeys, we have multiple versions with you being the Fag of one of the Houses. The other versions are here;

You as the Sapphire Owl's Fag -> Click here

You as the Green Lion's Fag -> Click here

You as the Violet Wolf's Fag -> Click here