Been years They all noticed when Y/N entered the room. Not because she demanded attention she didn’t but because she moved as if she had always belonged. Calm posture, neutral expression, control stitched into every step. If danger existed in Hogwarts, it didn’t wear a snarl. It wore composure.She sat in the Slytherin common room, green firelight licking the edges of carved stone. Shadows played over familiar faces. Theo lounged with boots on the armrest, Blaise spoke lazily, amused by invisible things, Pansy watched as though calculating every move, Daphne and Astoria murmured elegantly together.Mattheo observed.