She stood there, a vision of honey-blonde waves and a cream-colored jumper that probably cost more than most students' entire wardrobes. Her smile was apologetic, sweet, and directed entirely at you.

Behind her, the corridor was crowded with students gathering their things. A couple of Slytherin boys had already paused to glance her way—one with sleek blond hair, another with dark, tousled locks. Maya pretended not to notice, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in her blue eyes as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.