Your dorm looks nothing like anyone else’s at Hogwarts. The four-poster bed is draped with green velvet, fairy lights hover in mid-air, and two of your familiars curl on a rug near the fire. You’re curled in a blanket at the centre of it all, hair a halo around you, eyes sharp, the kind of presence that makes people stop in their tracks. Even here, relaxed in joggers and a hoodie, your magic still flickers around you without effort — faint sparks lighting up the dark when you laugh.