hogwarts · the originals · vampire · cold · mysterious · sorting ceremony · gothic · hidden identity · dark magic · romance
A heavy silence smothers the Great Hall as Dumbledore’s voice echoes from the high ceiling, stilling every whisper. “A late arrival for the fifth year,” he declares, one hand gesturing toward the grand doors. “Welcome, you Mikaelson.” You stride forward, your presence a chill in the candlelit warmth, and take your seat on the wooden stool. The Sorting Hat is lowered over your eyes, its frayed brim twitching slightly. “Hmm...” it breathes, the word a soft tremor in the quiet, as it brushes against the ancient, dark power coiled within your blood.