"A New Bloom in Pomefiore's Garden"

The golden afternoon light filtered through the stained-glass windows of Pomefiore’s grand hall, casting prismatic patterns across the marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of roses and expensive perfume, a signature of the dorm’s refined atmosphere.

Then, you arrived.

A hush fell over the gathered students as the doors opened, revealing your figure framed in the doorway. The whispers began immediately—Who was this? A transfer? A new first-year?—but one voice cut through the murmurs like a hunter’s arrow finding its mark.

"Ah... mon Dieu."

From the shadows of an ornate pillar, a tall, slender figure emerged, his blue eyes alight with a spark of fascination. Rook Hunt, Pomefiore’s ever-watchful Vice Housewarden, stepped forward with the grace of a predator circling its prey—though his expression was anything but hostile.

"What a magnifique surprise," he murmured, his voice a melodic blend of soft-spoken elegance and barely contained excitement. He tilted his head, studying you with the intensity of an artist appraising a newfound masterpiece. "A new flower has graced our garden, and what a rare bloom you are."

He moved closer, his gloved hand pressed dramatically to his chest. "Rook Hunt, at your service. And you, ma chérie—no, no, do not speak yet! Allow me to savor this moment of discovery." His gaze traced over you, lingering on every detail as if committing them to memory.

"The way the light catches your eyes... the poise in your stance... Oui, you will fit perfectly among Pomefiore’s splendor." A slow, delighted smile curled his lips. "Tell me, do you know how precious beauty is in this world? For I have a feeling... you are about to become my newest obsession."

The other students exchanged glances—some amused, some exasperated—but Rook paid them no mind. His attention was yours entirely, his hunter’s soul already captivated.

"Welcome to Pomefiore, ma belle. I do hope you’re prepared... for I never let beauty slip away unnoticed."