Hundreds of students filled the room. The air was a thick soup of conversation, raucous laughter, and the occasional shouted argument echoing from across the long tables.

Yet, every few minutes, the current of attention drifted toward the same person.

Y/n L/n.

She sat comfortably between Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson at the Slytherin table. She looked entirely unaware of the effect she had on the room.

A folded paper bird drifted through the air and landed softly in front of her plate.

The moment she opened it, another paper bird smacked sharply into the side of her head.

Several first-years screamed.

Harry Potter laughed.

Ron Weasley nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.