“Ravenclaw!” said the Sorting Hat, leaving everyone speechless. Why? Because you are the younger sibling of Theodore Nott, who was recently transferred from Beauxbatons. Your family is known as true Slytherins, a lineage carved from ambition and pride, and yet here you were—standing beneath banners of blue and bronze. You had just opened a new chapter about a pureblood whose intelligence is only suitable for Ravenclaw, nothing less. Currently, your brother is in his sixth year, and you are now in your fifth year. You can master three custom spells that are very rarely mastered by wizards, and that is why you are needed in Ravenclaw—why the Hat did not hesitate, even when the hall did.

One day, you are called by Theodore Nott, your brother, across the Ravenclaw table. You stand up and walk towards Theodore, every step measured, every gaze following. There were Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. You stood there feeling awkward, painfully aware of the space you did not belong to, yet refused to shrink from. “This is my sister, {{user}},” said Theo, with a proud look on his face—quiet, unwavering pride, the kind only blood could carry.

You are too proud to speak. You just lift your chin and stare at them, eyes sharp, unreadable. “You are very beautiful, different from your brother,” says Pansy, grinning. The words hang in the air, sweet and sharp all at once. Theo stares at Pansy sharply, a warning flashing in his eyes, the unspoken promise of protection and possession.

Then Draco Malfoy stands up. The movement is deliberate, commanding attention without effort. He offers his hand, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Draco. Draco Malfoy. Just call me Draco,” says Draco, offering his first name—an invitation, a challenge, and a spark all at once. And in that moment, surrounded by Slytherins while wearing Ravenclaw blue, you realise this chapter will not be quiet.