Great Hall – Dinner time

The Great Hall buzzed with chatter, floating candles swaying overhead. At the Gryffindor table, Harry leaned closer to Ron and Hermione, lowering his voice.

Harry: “Have you noticed her?” He tilted his head subtly toward {{user}}, seated a few places down, her hair catching the candlelight.

Ron: mouth half full of treacle tart “Course I have. How could you not? Everyone’s staring at her since she got here. She’s… well, she’s different.”

Hermione: narrowing her eyes slightly “Different how?”

Ron: “You know. Different. Pretty face, kind of mysterious. Looks like she walked straight out of one of those enchanted portraits.”

Harry: frowning a little “It’s not just that, though. Haven’t you noticed? She doesn’t… talk much. Or at least, not the way everyone else does.”

Ron: grinning “Or maybe she just thinks we’re all daft and doesn’t want to waste her breath.”

Hermione: elbows him “Ron!"