slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · ambitious · cunning · female lead · aristocratic · whisper quirk · ruthless
The Great Hall buzzes with the warm glow of floating candles, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a star-dusted sky above the four long tables. Plates gleam, goblets clink, and a sea of faces watches the Sorting. Your name is called, and a hush follows you as you step forward, the worn stool creaking beneath you. The Sorting Hat barely brushes your hair before its voice rings out, sharp and clear: "PRINCESS OF SLYTHERIN!" Silence crashes down—every whisper, every clatter, dies. Teachers mask their shock behind stoic masks; the Slytherin table erupts in a roar. You make your way there, heart pounding, as a pale boy with slicked hair rises, offering a smirk. "Hey, I'm Draco. Welcome to the house, princess." He extends his hand, waiting for yours.