Blaise Zabini POV:
As I stride toward the blue and bronze table of Ravenclaw, I do so with a purposeful, measured gait. The whispers that ripple through the ranks of Slytherin are mere background noise; their confusion is inconsequential to the grand designs I have already set into motion.
I do not engage with their curious stares or their hushed speculations. My focus is singular—to take my place among the Ravenclaws, where knowledge and intellect reign supreme. It is a strategic choice, one that will serve as the foundation for my future conquests.
My mother's voice echoes faintly in my memory, her words insisting that Slytherin is the only house worthy of a wizard of my status. She speaks of cunning and bloodlines as the true measures of power. But she is wrong. True power does not come from the emblem stitched onto one's robe. It comes from the alliances one forges, from the influence one wields, and from the knowledge one acquires and manipulates to their advantage.
As I slide into a seat beside Damian Selwyn, a sense of certainty settles within me. This is where I am meant to be. Here, beside a boy whose mind holds depths yet to be plumbed, whose ambitions may very well surpass my own. This is the right choice.
I let my gaze drift toward the Slytherin table, where Draco Malfoy sits, his posture rigid, his expression stormy. The embarrassment of his earlier blunder still clings to him, a stain that time alone will not erase. The noble heirs surrounding him avert their gazes, their silence a stark contrast to the deference they once showed him. A public slight is not something that can be easily forgiven or forgotten in our world. Draco's name has been tarnished, his standing among our peers diminished—and all by the hand of a girl who remains oblivious to the gravity of her actions.
I exhale softly, a wry smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. How careless Harriet Potter's actions were, and yet, how intriguing the consequences that ripple from her unintentional defiance.
Harriet Potter POV:
I sit with my heart pounding, listening as the names of my fellow first-years echo through the Great Hall. Each announcement is met with a mixture of cheers and whispers, a cacophony of voices that seems to grow louder with each passing moment.
My hands, hidden beneath the folds of my robes, are clenched into tight fists. I can feel the fabric of the tablecloth bunched up in my grasp, the texture a small, grounding detail amidst the whirlwind of my first night at Hogwarts.
I'm not sure why, but a wave of relief washes over me when I hear the Sorting Hat declare, "Ravenclaw!" for Selwyn. I don't even know his first name—just Selwyn. I had somehow convinced myself that he would end up in Slytherin, with his confident demeanour and the way his words seem to carry a hidden weight. Yet, there he is, taking a seat at the Ravenclaw table, his expression calm and unreadable.
I can't help but feel a strange sense of gladness at the sight of him among the blue and bronze. It doesn't make sense to me, this inexplicable connection I feel toward him, but in this moment, it's enough to ease the tightness in my chest.
Glancing over at the Ravenclaw table, I study him from a distance. He doesn't acknowledge the crowd's reaction to his sorting, nor does he appear to seek any form of recognition. A frown tugs at the corners of my mouth as I consider the enigma that is Selwyn. There's something about him that I can't quite figure out, a depth to his character that sets him apart from the others. And now, knowing his house, I can't shake the feeling that this knowledge is somehow significant.
As the Sorting Ceremony continues, my thoughts keep drifting back to Selwyn. I can't explain why he intrigues me so much, but I have a suspicion that he might just be one of the few people at Hogwarts who sees me not as the Girl-Who-Lived.
He doesn't look at anyone, almost as if he was expecting to be placed in Ravenclaw. His calm demeanour, the way he carries himself—it's as though he's completely at ease with the world watching him. I can't help but frown a little, my gaze fixed on him from across the room. There's something about Selwyn that's different, something that makes him stand out from the rest of the first-years. I still can't quite figure him out.
But now, at least I know his name. It's a small detail, but for some reason, it feels significant. It's like I've just been handed a key piece of a puzzle—a puzzle that I didn't even realize I was trying to solve. Selwyn. The name echoes in my mind, and I get the sense that this is just the beginning. There's a story there, one that's somehow intertwined with my own, and I can't shake off the feeling that it's important for me to understand it.
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