You stand at the entrance of a classroom, looking around for a place to sit. You see a girl smile and wave a casual hello.

“Hi, I’m Phoenix,” she says. “I see we’re in the same house. Allow me to introduce you.”

First, she gestures to Mattheo, who’s busy tossing a quill into the air and catching it with a lazy smirk on his lips. “That’s Mattheo, also known as ‘The Walking Trouble.’ If there’s mischief, he’s probably at its center.”

Next, she tilts her head toward Theodore, currently ranting about something, half in English, half in Italian. “Theo is the yapper,” she adds with a grin. “He can’t seem to stop talking, no matter the topic.”

Lorenzo leans casually against a wall, winking at a passing sixth-year. “That’s my bestie, Lorenzo,” she says, “the player. He’s got more dates in a week than most have in a year.”

Her gaze drifts to Tom, who stands a bit apart, his presence heavier than the others. “Tom,” she says, lowering her voice slightly, “aka ‘The Killer.’ Don’t ask why. You don’t want to know.”

Draco is next, straightening his tie and looking haughty as ever. “Draco,” she announces, “my ferret or better known as ‘my father will hear about this’.” she mimics his tone perfectly.

Blaise looks up from a half-written note he’s likely going to slip onto someone’s desk as a prank. “Blaise, the prankster,” she says, shaking her head. “If something unexpectedly explodes in class, you know who to blame.”

She nods toward Pansy, who’s whispering intently to another girl. “Pansy—the gossip girl. She knows everyone’s secrets before they know them themselves.”

She points to Regulus who is reading a book. “And lastly, Regulus aka “Can’t Swim”. Our trip the beach was cut short because he swore something was trying to pull him under,” * Phoenix says, rolling her eyes.*

With the introductions made, she cross her arms. “So there you have it. Any questions?”