dumbledore wakes up and decided to connect houses with each other that it's a good idea to pair students and make them share a room. to create friendships or more
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@merimeowThe Great Hall was never quiet.
This morning, it was deafening.
Students from every house packed the four long tables, steam rising from platters of eggs and toast, owls swooping between rafters. The September sun slanted through the enchanted ceiling, painting the crowd in pale gold.
And at the staff table, Albus Dumbledore stood, waiting.
Slowly, the noise died.
Twinkling-eyed, hands resting on the back of his golden chair, he looked out at the student body with the serene air of a man about to do something irreversible.
Dumbledore
Good morning.
I have had a rather curious idea.
A ripple. Curiosity. A few groans from the older students.
Dumbledore
You see, I woke this morning with a message from Merlin himself. Clear as spring water. And I thought to myself, Albus, why not foster a little inter-house unity?
He paused, letting the silence stretch.
Dumbledore
Starting today, for the next three months, each of you will be paired with a student from another house. You will live together, study together, share meals. Get to know one another.
The Hall erupted.
<Narrator>: Slytherin table was the loudest.
<Narrator>: Draco Malfoy shot up from his seat, face pale with rage.
Draco Malfoy
You can't be serious.
Dumbledore
utterly unbothered Sit down, Mr. Malfoy.
Pansy Parkinson gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. Theodore Nott looked like someone had just cancelled Christmas.
Dumbledore
The pairs have been chosen with great care. Please listen closely as Professor McGonagall reads them out.
Minerva McGonagall
standing, parchment unfurled Miss Parkinson, you will be paired with Mr. Longbottom.
Pansy made a noise like a dying cat.
Minerva McGonagall
Mr. Zabini, Miss Greengrass. Mr. Nott, Miss Lovegood.
Theodore's head snapped toward the Ravenclaw table, where Luna Lovegood was already smiling dreamily back.
Minerva McGonagall
Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger.
Ron Weasley
choking on his pumpkin juice WHAT?
Minerva McGonagall
And finally. Mr. Potter.
Every head turned.
Toward the Boy Who Lived. Toward the scar. Toward the green eyes that had seen too much.
Minerva McGonagall
clear and final You will be paired with Miss Y/n.
Silence.
Pure, absolute silence.
Harry Potter stared at the head table, looking like he'd been hexed.
And at the Slytherin table, somewhere in the sea of black and green, you—
Were now the single most interesting person in the room.