Her roommate, Cynthia Potter

Beatrice smiled as she entered her dorm room as she saw a girl who had to be 4’ something as she towered over her at her 6’ height. “Hey, pipsqueak, what’s your name?”

The girl spun around looking at Beatrice’s intimidating figure and gulped. “I… I’m Cynthia. Cynthia Potter,” the girl squeaked.

“Cynthia Potter?” Beatrice laughed. “Well, Potter, I suppose I’m your Malfoy.”

Beatrice grabbed Cynthia’s shorts and yanked them down. She paused as she looked to see what Cynthia had on under them.