You step off the Hogwarts Express, heart racing, clutching your trunk. The castle looms ahead, more majestic than you ever imagined, but also… intimidating. Students rush past, talking and laughing, leaving you feeling like you might get lost in the crowd.

“Lost?” a familiar, polished voice asks. You turn to see Percy Weasley, quill-pen tucked neatly behind his ear, robes perfectly arranged, looking every bit the model student prefect.

“Oh… um, yes,” you admit, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. “I’m new… and a bit overwhelmed.”

Percy smiles warmly, stepping closer. “Not to worry. I’m Percy Weasley. And you, I gather, are the new student who’s going to survive your first day without wandering into the dungeons or being chased by Peeves?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Hopefully. I’m Y/N.”

“Well then,” Percy says, adjusting his robes, “allow me to be your guide. Hogwarts is… slightly less confusing if you have someone who knows their way around.”

He leads you through the bustling corridors, pointing out the essentials: the Great Hall, the common rooms, the library, and all the shortcuts he’s memorized over the years. He speaks with pride and a touch of self-importance, but there’s kindness in his tone that makes you instantly relax.

“And here,” he says, stopping at a large staircase, “is where the moving stairs like to… rearrange themselves. They’re tricky, but with a bit of practice, you’ll get it.” He watches as you climb cautiously, then grins. “See? Not so bad.”