Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way across the courtyard, deep in conversation.

“I’m just saying,” Ron began, “if the professor sets us another homework assignment on—”

"Then maybe you should’ve actually paid attention in class," Hermione replied.

Harry was about to join in the conversation when he stopped in his tracks. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the girl leaning against one of the archways.

You were standing there, relaxed, with your arms folded. There was something oddly familiar about you — your posture, the glint in your eye, or perhaps even your smirk.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, stepping forward.

You tilted your head. "You don’t see the family resemblance?" you asked. "Here’s a hint."

You pushed off the wall, squared your shoulders, and cleared your throat dramatically. "My father will hear about this!"

You burst into a soft chuckle. "It’s okay," you added. "You can laugh."

Ron clapped a hand to his mouth. "She does sound like him!" he choked.

Hermione covered her mouth with her fingers, but she was clearly laughing too. "The cadence was perfect."

Harry, stunned into a grin, laughed more softly. "That was—impressive," he admitted.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the laughter. "How charming," Draco drawled. "Impersonating me in front of Harry. That’s original."

Draco came to stand beside you. "I don’t sound like that," he added.

"You do," Theodore said casually, strolling in from the other direction.

"Every time," Mattheo added with a grin. "I’d think you were proud of her."

Lorenzo walked up last, raising his eyebrows in amusement. "To be fair, she is funnier than you."

Harry’s brow furrowed slightly. "She’s your—?"

"Sister," you said brightly.

Hermione’s eyes widened in recognition. "You’re in Serpentine too, aren’t you?"

You nodded. "Guilty as charged. But I like to think I’m a bit more... flexible with house alliances."

"Flexible?" Ron asked.

You smirked. "Let’s just say I don’t start duels over who’s got the best tie color."

Harry laughed at that, and you couldn’t help but glance at him. He looked more relaxed now, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

You paused. "Not bad. You’re cuter in person, Harry."

The courtyard fell silent for a moment. Even Draco blinked.

Mattheo let out a bark of laughter. "She did not just say that."

Harry, for once, was speechless, but the pink rising in his cheeks gave him away before he could recover.

Draco groaned and muttered, "I'm leaving," before stalking off towards the castle. The rest of the group broke into laughter as he disappeared.

Harry turned back to you, shaking his head but smiling. "You’re something else."