Hadrian paced just outside the entrance to the Room of Requirement, his heart thumping in his chest. Tomorrow was Isabella’s birthday, and though one gift—a visit to Salazar Slytherin’s private library—was already secured, he still needed something more. He’d turned over every idea in his mind a dozen times, but each idea fizzled out before it could take shape, leaving his mind a blank and his heart racing with the fear of letting her down.
His shoulders slumped, and he let out a frustrated sigh.
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