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Chuckles, "Hello to you too. What's got you so excited?"
"That's great."
"It's fine, nothing too big as of now."
"What about who?"
"Oh yeah. Although if I tell you, that would be a bit unfair because I still don't know anything about you."
Hesitates, "Hm... Maybe if you can tell me your name. Which you can't. So there."
Shocked, "Wait, are you serious?"
"..."
"..."
"You are (y/n)? As in, THE (y/n)?"
"Don't you know you're fairly popular?"
"Yeah. Not too much, but most of the people who have heard of you, have heard you're very nice. To everyone."
"..." "Wow. I still can't believe it's been you this whole time. No wonder your voice felt a bit familiar when you came up to me, asking about Demian."
"Oh, I did. I was just, too shocked by your identity to process the 'Sirius Black' pun. Also, never would've thought you to be half-blood."
"I'm actually Gryffindor. And a muggle-born."
Laughs, "I don't know."
"..."
"No, no, I just- Give me a second. I promised."
"..." Huffs. "Okay, here we go."
"Uh, her name is...." "..."
"Her name is..."
"..."
"..."
"..." Gulps. "It's... Park Ji-soo."
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