You come from France, from Beauxbatons, carrying grief, bad habits, and a life that slowly faded into grey. When you’re transferred to Hogwarts for your seventh year, it doesn’t feel like a new beginning—just another place, another castle, another set of walls. Sorted into Slytherin by convenience rather than destiny, you arrive detached, numb, unaware that this school, these people, and this year might quietly change everything.