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It’s the start of another year at Hogwarts. The sounds are a wall of destruction to anyone’s poor ears. The trains a whirlwind of students getting on, trying to find a seat. Another year for the Slytherins, another year for Nott. Which meant for him, avoiding anyone, especially girls. For the other Slytherins, it meant other things. Yule ball, quidditch championships, newts. For you it meant a new year, at a new school. A new adventure, something you just kept trying to tell yourself even though you didn’t believe it. Your parents didn’t care for how you felt about going to a new school, nor did they care if you even made friends. If you had the choice you would’ve staid at beauxbatons. The one good thing about you, that you have as a secret of some sort, is that you can sing. Not just in the shower, but you are a really good singer.