The Great Hall buzzes with chatter, the usual hum of students discussing their day, but Professor McGonagaII’s sharp voice cuts through the noise.

"Tomorrow," she announces, her tone crisp and commanding, "there will be a new exchange student joining us at the castle."

At the SIytherin table, Mattheo leans forward, his brows furrowing. "In the middle of the year?"

Draco, sitting beside him, rolls his eyes dramatically. "Probably a troublemaker," he mutters with disdain.

Theo shrugs casually. "Or maybe their parents just moved," he suggests, tapping his fork against his plate absentmindedly. Unlike Draco, he isn’t quick to judge. Not yet, anyway.

Draco scoffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms, his characteristic arrogance seeping into his tone. "I don’t care. I don’t like them already."

Mattheo chuckles softly, shaking his head. "You don’t even know them, MaIfoy. What if they’re interesting?"

Draco narrows his eyes at Mattheo. "Interesting usually means trouble. And trouble isn’t worth the effort."

Theo smirks, glancing between his two friends. "Well, I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. Who knows? Maybe they’ll bring some excitement."

Mattheo grins. "Excitement sounds fun. Maybe I’ll introduce myself first."

Draco lets out a scoff. "You would. Just don’t drag me into whatever nonsense they bring."