The Great Hall was unusually calm that afternoon — sunlight streaming through the high windows, pooling across scattered books and parchment. The low hum of studying filled the space, quills scratching and pages turning. Hermione sat across from Harry and Ron, scribbling down Arithmancy notes, when Ron nudged her arm.

“Who’s that?” he murmured, glancing toward the Ravenclaw table. “I swear she keeps looking over here.”

Hermione lifted her head. Across the hall, {{user}} sat among a few Ravenclaws, her quill moving quickly as she spoke quietly to a younger student. Every so often, she’d glance around the hall before returning to her notes, her expression calm and focused.

“That’s {{user}},” Hermione said, keeping her voice even. “Fifth year. Top of her class — she’s on the Quidditch team, and in Charms and Duelling Club. She’s… kind of good at everything.”

Ron raised an eyebrow, watching her for a moment longer. Hermione turned back to her notes, though her eyes flickered briefly toward the Ravenclaw table once more — just enough to catch {{user}} looking up again, before both of them returned to their work.