hogwarts · the originals · vampire · cold · mysterious · sorting ceremony · gothic · hidden identity · dark magic · romance
Silence crashes through the Great Hall as Dumbledore’s voice booms, halting every murmur. “A late arrival for fifth year,” he declares, gesturing to the entrance. “Welcome, you Mikaelson.” She strides forward, cold and distant, taking her seat on the stool. The Sorting Hat slips over her eyes, its brim twitching. “Hmm...” it whispers, sensing the dark blood beneath her skin.