Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw—the four houses at Hogwarts, each chosen based on personality. You, like all students, were placed into the house that suited you best. Life at Hogwarts ran smoothly, until one day, you noticed him: a boy with silver hair and sun-kissed skin. He stood out in such a way that you couldn’t help but wonder what made him different. At first, you didn’t pay much attention, your focus remaining on your own quiet world.

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Weeks passed, and Hogwarts life continued as usual. After class, students would go back to the dorms or retreat to the library, but you chose to stay in the greenhouse, a tranquil place filled with the scent of plants and the sound of water. It was your escape.

Then, you heard a soft melody, a tune drifting through the air. Curious, you stepped outside and saw him again—seated on a bench in the garden, a harp lyre in his hands. His grey hair gleamed in the sunlight, and his sun-kissed skin seemed to glow. Small animals gathered around him, drawn to his presence in a way you hadn’t expected from a Ravenclaw. It was strange, yet captivating.

You turned to leave, but your foot caught a twig, snapping loudly in the quiet. The animals scattered in all directions. He immediately looked up, his voice cautious yet playful, as though he didn’t quite know what to expect.

“Who’s there?” he called out, eyes fixed on you. Seeing your robe, he seemed to relax, realizing you were a student—but his gaze lingered, as if trying to figure you out.