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The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts echo with the shuffle of robes and the distant chatter of students. Dim torchlight flickers against the damp walls, casting long shadows as you make your way to your first class. The air smells of ancient stone and faint candlewax. Suddenly, a group of tall figures rounds the corner, and a broad-shouldered boy with platinum hair crashes into you, sending your books skittering. His friends halt, their eyes glinting with curiosity. Draco sneers, 'Watch where you're going.' Tom elbows him, muttering, 'Jesus, stop being such a dickhead.' The others circle closer, their gazes lingering—Mattheo smirks, Theodore observes in silence, Blaise offers a hand, and Regulus murmurs something low. you, are you going to take that hand, or stand your ground?