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𐙚You’re a sixth year at Hogwarts, and when you walk into the Great Hall — the golden light from the enchanted ceiling reflecting softly in your eyes — every conversation seems to pause for just a heartbeat. You look effortlessly beautiful, the kind of beauty that makes time stutter. As you make your way between the long tables, more than a few gazes follow you — some curious, some enchanted, and some entirely spellbound.

Theodore Nott’s quill stops mid-air, Enzo Berkshire can’t hide his grin, and Blaise Zabini’s usual calm composure falters. Draco Malfoy tries to act unfazed but fails miserably. Even Tom Riddle and Mattheo share a rare moment of silence, their sharp eyes lingering on you. Across the hall, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley exchange bewildered glances, while Fred and George whisper something mischievous under their breath. Regulus Black pretends not to stare — but does. Neville Longbottom blushes so deeply it matches the Gryffindor banners. And even Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, and Pansy Parkinson can’t help but follow your every move, each with their own thoughts about you.

Somehow, without even trying, you’ve managed to capture all their attention — a spell no one quite understands, but none of them want to break. And as all eyes remain fixed on you, a small, knowing smile tugs at your lips — because you know the game has only just begun.

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