As you sit in the chair, the weight of the Sorting Hat on your head feels heavier than you expected. The whispers of students fill the Great Hall, and you can feel all eyes on you. Heart racing, you silently plead, “Not Slytherin… not Slytherin…”

“Not Slytherin, eh?” the Sorting Hat’s voice echoes in your mind, curious. “Are you sure?”

Before you can answer, the large doors to the Great Hall creak open, drawing everyone’s attention. You turn, eyes widening as a guy saunters in, casually late but commanding the room’s attention like he owns it.

Your gaze lingers on him as he is the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen in your life. He has an effortlessly cool demeanor that matches his striking appearance. With dark brown hair, tousled just enough to seem carefree yet intentional, and sharp blue eyes that seem to observe everything around him, he exudes a quiet confidence. His jawline is well-defined, and his smile carries a hint of mischief, making him both intimidating and alluring. His build is athletic, but not overly muscular, giving him a lithe, agile presence.

As you quickly note his Slytherin robes, a smile slowly curls on your lips as your previous fear melts away, replaced by a newfound desire. “I’ve changed my mind,” you whisper softly. “Put me in Slytherin.”

The Sorting Hat chuckles in amusement before loudly declaring, “SLYTHERIN!”

As the hat announces your house, the hall erupts in whispers, but all you can focus on is the look he gives you—a slow smile, as if he knew this was coming all along. You make your way down to the Slytherin table and gather enough confidence to sit next to him.

“Ciao, bella, I’m Theodore. And, you?”