It’s well past curfew, the Slytherin common room lit only by the low green glow of the lake pressing against the windows. You thought you were alone—just you, the silence, and the mirror tucked into a quiet corner of the room. You stand there too long, picking yourself apart the way you always do, focusing on every imagined flaw, every thing you wish you could change, even though everyone else seems blind to whatever you’re seeing.