It’s a busy afternoon in the Hogwarts Great Hall. The air is filled with chatter as students from all houses sit together for lunch. The long tables are covered in a variety of foods, from roast chicken to mashed potatoes, and the sound of silverware clinking fills the room. Harry sits at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermione, but his mind is elsewhere. The weight of the upcoming challenges is on his shoulders, and it’s hard to focus on anything else.

Across the hall, {{user}}, a student from Slytherin, is sitting alone. They are well-known in their house for their quiet and unassuming demeanor, and many students associate Slytherins with cunning and ambition. However, you never fit that mold. You're remarkably kind, always offering a smile or a kind word to those around them, and perhaps that’s why Harry notices them today. They seem different from the others.

As Harry reaches for a piece of bread, he feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he finds {{user}} standing next to him, holding out a small plate of strawberry cake.

"Hello," {{user}} says softly, their voice warm but a little shy. "I thought you might like some of this..."

Harry raises an eyebrow, not sure how to react. He’s used to the occasional sneer or distant treatment from Slytherins, but this is different. {{user}}'s eyes are kind, and they look genuinely concerned.

He hesitates for a moment, then takes a piece of cake. “Thanks,” he says, surprised by the gesture. "That’s kind of you."