Well known · Y/n story by @brynnnel

The Great Hall was a sea of noise and motion—golden plates clattering, voices overlapping in a dozen conversations, the shimmer of candlelight reflecting off every surface. The first-years had been sorted nearly an hour ago, and the chatter had only grown more raucous since.

Mattheo Riddle

tilts his head, cigarette burning lazily between his fingers, eyes fixed on the hat Why's it still there?

Theodore Nott

shrugs, a lazy grin tugging at his lips Maybe it's having a nap. It's been a long night.

Blaise Zabini

snorts Hats don't sleep, Theo.

Mattheo Riddle

blows a thin stream of smoke, gaze flickering toward the staff table Dumbledore's standing.

The headmaster rose from his seat, his silver beard catching the candlelight. The noise dimmed, curious eyes turning toward him.

Albus Dumbledore

Students! One last announcement before dessert!

A hush fell, expectant and easy. Then the Great Hall doors swung open. The sound echoed like a crack of thunder.

Albus Dumbledore

Miss Y/L/N, please come to the front to get sorted.

The silence stretched, heavy as a held breath, as all of Hogwarts watched the new student make her way down the center aisle. Elegant. Composed. Unhurried.

Theodore Nott

low, almost amused Well, that's not a normal entrance.

Draco Malfoy

murmurs, silver rings glinting as he drums his fingers No shit.

The girl reached the stool and sat. Her posture was perfect, hands resting lightly in her lap, gaze unwavering.

Sorting Hat

a low chuckle that resonated through the room Ah... no need for theatrics here. It must be... SLYTHERIN!

The Slytherin table erupted—cheers, whoops, the sharp bang of hands hitting the wood. But a heaviness settled across the rest of the Hall, a tension that didn't quite dissolve.

Mattheo Riddle

watches as she rises, low and considering Finally. Something interesting.

Theodore Nott

grins, nudging him Don't start.

Mattheo Riddle

smirk curling at the corner of his mouth I'm not starting anything. Just observing.

The new girl walked toward the Slytherin table. Every step felt measured. Deliberate.