Which, objectively, should not be a major event.

Except apparently nobody informed the entire room.

Conversations start dying in real time.

Hermione looks up so fast Ron actually follows her line of sight.

Ginny stops listening to Harry mid-sentence.

Pansy takes one look at Y/n and immediately sits up like someone just announced free champagne.

Draco notices that, by the way.

Daphne pauses with her fork halfway to her mouth.

Cho's attention drifts straight past Blaise.

Astoria, who is very much single and therefore technically the only woman here not committing a social crime, stares a second too long.

Luna just smiles like she already knows exactly how bad this is about to get.

And there Y/n is, casually crossing the Great Hall like she hasn't just caused seven separate romantic emergencies before even finding a seat.

Oh, this year is about to be a fucking mess.