As Y/N approached the Slytherin table, a girl with long, blonde hair waved her over. "I'm Daphne Greengrass," she introduced herself, "Welcome to Slytherin."

Y/N smiled, grateful for the friendly face. She sat down next to Daphne, feeling a bit more at ease. Daphne seemed nice, and Y/N was glad to have made a friend so quickly.

Across the hall, she caught sight of Draco Malfoy. He was watching her, his expression a mix of surprise and disdain. Y/N met his gaze and glared at him. She might be in Slytherin, but she was not going to let Draco or anyone else intimidate her.

She turned back to Daphne, determined to enjoy her first night at Hogwarts. She was a Slytherin, and she was proud. She was ready to start her magical journey, ready to prove that she belonged in this world.As Y/N turned her attention back to the table, she was amazed by the feast that had appeared before her. There were platters of roast chicken, bowls of mashed potatoes, trays of pastries, and much more. It was more food than she had ever seen in her life.

She filled her plate, trying a bit of everything. The food was delicious, each bite better than the last. She could hear the chatter of her fellow Slytherins around her, discussing their summer adventures and speculating about the upcoming school year.

As she ate, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Despite the unexpected turn of events, she was happy. She was at Hogwarts, she was a witch, and she was ready to start her magical education.

She finished her meal with a slice of treacle tart, a sweet end to an eventful day. As she looked around the Great Hall, at the hundreds of students, the enchanted ceiling, and the teachers at the head table, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.