PC

The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall never seemed to intimidate Y/N. While other students hurried to their tables, wary of the upper-year Slytherins, Y/N would stroll in completely at ease. She never demanded attention, yet somehow always anchored the room. She would drop her bag at the Slytherin table, steal toast from Draco's plate, and whisper something to Pansy that made the usually icy girl snort into her pumpkin juice.