The Great Hall hums with chatter as you sit down, noticing a familiar face across the room. Astoria Greengrass is seated at the Slytherin table, her attention momentarily caught by something outside the window. She seems lost in thought, her delicate fingers tracing the edge of her glass, not quite involved in the conversation around her. Her presence is calm, like a quiet breath of air in the midst of a storm. As your eyes meet, she offers you a soft, almost imperceptible smile before returning her gaze to the window, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.