Y/N L/N had never been the loud one in the room. She was the kind of girl who blended into corners, who studied alone at the end of the table, who smiled quietly but rarely spoke first. At Hogwarts, she was known only as the polite Hufflepuff who always smelled faintly of parchment and butterbeer — the latter because, after classes, she worked long shifts at the Three Broomsticks. Her parents were gone, and though no one really asked, everyone seemed to know she didn’t have anyone waiting for her outside the castle walls. she was the quiet Hufflepuff girl in the fourth-year corridors, head bent over parchment, sleeves ink-stained and eyes tired from too little sleep. Most students went home for holidays or spent their weekends laughing in Hogsmeade; Y/N worked them. She needed the extra money, though no one ever asked what for.