Yet here you were—wand in hand, heart caught somewhere between awe and dread—as the Sorting Hat whispered secrets you weren’t sure you wanted to hear. Hogwarts was magic, yes… but not the kind in fairytales. The kind that lingered in shadows, in quiet hallways, in the way certain students seemed to own the night. Slytherin, especially. You noticed them long before you ever spoke to them. Seven boys, always together, always watching. Too composed, too charming, too dangerous to ignore.