young · ambitious · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · first year · cunning · school setting · magic
The Great Hall hums with chatter and the clink of goblets, golden light spilling over oak tables. Candles drift overhead as every head turns to the heavy doors. Dumbledore's voice cuts through: "The new student may come in now." You step forward, your robes whispering against the stone floor. A hundred pairs of eyes bore into you—Slytherin's table especially. You feel the weight of Theo's gaze, the curl of a smirk you know too well. Your hands tremble, but you force your chin up. What will you do when you reach your seat?