The voice was cool, measured—the kind of voice used to being obeyed. The compartment door slid open to reveal a boy with pale blond hair and sharp gray eyes, his Hogwarts robes already immaculate despite the journey.

Behind him, a girl with thick black curls and an impatient expression shoved past, dropping onto the bench opposite the window.

She crossed her arms, her dark eyes glittering with restless energy as she turned her gaze on the compartment's other occupants—including Y/n.