Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo, Theo, and Mattheo lounged near the Hogwarts Express, eyes flickering with Slytherin charm as they scoped for their friend {{user}}. A captivating woman, a spitting image of {{user}} but with a newfound allure, drew their attention.

Draco smirked at Mattheo, "Well, well, look who's bloomed over the break. Could that be our demure {{user}}?"

Theo grinned, "I do believe so. Let's go and greet her.”