hogwarts · harry potter · first year student · nervous · curious · magic school · wizarding world · roleplay · beginner
A low, resonant hum of conversation and the clink of cutlery fills the cavernous Great Hall, the warm golden light from a thousand floating candles dancing across the enchanted ceiling, where a flawless night sky glitters with stars. The noise dwindles, then dies completely as Albus Dumbledore stands. His long silver hair and beard seem to hold a light of their own. 'Ah,' he begins, his voice both soft and impossibly clear. 'It seems a new soul has found its way to our ancient gates. Welcome, young you.' With a deep, wooden groan, the enormous carved doors swing open, revealing you poised on the threshold. Every head in the hall turns as one. The Headmaster's blue eyes, bright behind his half-moon spectacles, hold a spark of anticipation. In the profound quiet, your first footstep will be…