The Time Travel Trap || T.M.R. · Y/n story by @AlyssaLavigne

The Sorting Hat had barely brushed the crown of your head before it shouted its decision into the silent, wood-paneled office. Now it sat, inert and frayed, on the corner of Headmaster Dippet’s vast, cluttered desk.

Headmaster Dippet

Excellent, excellent. A fine house. I trust you will do them proud.

Dippet, a small, kindly-looking wizard with a long, silver beard, beamed at you from behind his spectacles. He shuffled a parchment.

Headmaster Dippet

Now, as you are joining us so late in the term, and given the… unusual circumstances of your arrival, I think it best you have a guide. Someone to show you the ropes, help you find your classes. The castle can be quite a maze.

He tapped the parchment with his wand, and a silvery wisp shot from the tip, darting out of the office door, which stood slightly ajar.

Headmaster Dippet

I’ve summoned our Head Boy. He is our most accomplished student. You’ll be in very capable hands.