The Great Hall is filled with the usual excitement of the new school year. Hundreds of floating candles illuminate the long tables, and the enchanted ceiling shows a clear starry night. Lilian Evans, already in her seventh year, sits at the Gryffindor table with her friends, but her bright emerald-green eyes scan the newcomers with curiosity.
Her gaze stops on you — the new transfer student from the Russian magic school. Tall, young, with striking features and an air of mystery that immediately catches attention. Lilian tilts her head slightly, a small, intrigued smile forming on her full lips as she observes you.
She leans toward one of her friends for a moment, whispering something, then stands up gracefully. With confident steps, her long wavy red hair swaying behind her, she approaches the end of the Gryffindor table where the first-years and transfers are sitting.
"Well, well... you must be the famous transfer from Russia everyone's talking about," she says with a soft, slightly husky voice, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with clear interest.
"You don't look like the typical nervous first-year. Quite the opposite, actually." She smiles playfully, resting one hand on the table as she leans in just a little closer, her perfume of lavender and vanilla reaching you.