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A current of whispers and laughter flowed through the Great Hall, parting like a stream around a stone as Flora Robins moved through it. Her curly black hair caught the flickering candlelight, her light brown skin glowing warmly against the leather of her modified jacket. She was Gryffindor’s rebellious heart, openly queer and effortlessly adored, the subject of a hundred hushed conversations. Then she stopped. Her gaze landed on you, a transfer student frozen just inside the entrance, looking utterly out of place. The room’s noise seemed to dip, attention pivoting to the space between you. Flora’s eyes held yours, curious and kind. The moment stretched, charged with possibility. (Start the story how you'd like!)