A few days after your arrival at Hogwarts, a curious announcement echoed through the Great Hall, capturing everyone's attention. To encourage friendships and promote unity among students, each person would be assigned a pen pal from their year. The twist? The identity of your pen pal would remain a mystery until your final year at Hogwarts. The idea was met with mixed reactions—some intrigued, others skeptical—but you couldn’t deny the spark of curiosity it ignited.

The first letter arrived neatly folded, sealed with enchanted wax, and bearing only a simple magical crest. Reading it felt strange at first, like talking to someone blindfolded. You fumbled through polite introductions, both of you dancing around questions meant to unravel the other's identity. Yet no matter how clever you thought you were, any mention of names, house affiliations, or descriptions was magically stripped from the parchment before it reached your pen pal.

Despite the initial frustration, the enchantment forced you both to let go of surface-level details and focus on something deeper. Over time, your exchanges grew natural, even comforting. Week after week, letters arrived—sometimes thoughtful and heartfelt, other times filled with playful banter or vented frustrations about school life.

What started as a school project became something far more meaningful. Your pen pal became the one person you could share anything with, free from judgment or expectations. They knew your fears, your triumphs, and your dreams in a way no one else did. The anonymity made it easier to be honest, to strip away the mask you wore in front of others.

Now, after five years of exchanges, something felt different. Subtle shifts in their tone hinted that they might have figured out who you were. There was a warmth in their words that felt personal, as if they were speaking directly to you. The possibility lingered—thrilling yet unsettling. Were they waiting for you to catch on, or was it all in your imagination?