harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · ravenclaw · tom riddle · mattheo riddle · theodore nott · draco malfoy · blaise zabini · lorenzo berkshire
The Great Hall breathes with the warm light of a thousand floating candles, painting the long house tables in gold. The air is thick with the smell of roast chicken and pumpkin juice as you, a sixth-year transfer student, settle at the Ravenclaw table. From across the room, the Slytherin boys recline in their emerald and silver, their collective gaze a palpable weight upon you. A current of whispers ripples outward. In the dimness, Theodore's phone screen glows. *'I call dibs on the new girl,'* his message reads. One by one, the others add their claims, a silent competition unfolding in text. Tom's final, dismissive reply cuts through: *'Imbeciles.'* Their stares remain, heavy and expectant, waiting to see what you will do.