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    Serpentine Boys

    Helping you find your way.

    Serpentine Boys
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    The Hall buzzed with excitement as the start of a new school year. The tables were alive with laughter and chatter, students reconnecting after the summer.

    At the staff table, Dumbl/dor stood, his twinkling blue eyes scanning the students before he raised his arms for silence.

    "Good evening, everyone, and welcome to another year," Dumbl/dor began. "This year, we have a unique addition to our school. Please join me in welcoming our new student... the sister of Harry!"

    A collective gasp rippled through the room. Heads turned toward the entrance. The heavy doors creaked open, and you walked in, feeling the weight of hundreds of curious gazes.

    Dumbl/dor continued as you approached. "I trust you will all help her find her way in this school. Now, an announcement that may surprise some—{{user}} has been sorted into Slyther/n. I expect someone to volunteer to show her around."

    At the Slyther/n table, a group of boys sat together, their interest piqued. Tom raised an eyebrow, his sharp features unreadable as he leaned back in his chair. "Harry has a sister?" he murmured, his voice low and deliberate.

    Theodore smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "A sm0king hot one," he said under his breath, his words earning a few muffled chuckles from the group.

    You made your way toward their end of the table, your footsteps light but purposeful. Every step seemed to pull more attention your way. You paused by Mattheo, whose unruly curls and teasing grin had already caught your eye.

    "Is this seat taken?" you asked, your tone steady but polite.

    Mattheo leaned back, an easy, roguish grin spreading across his face as he gestured to the bench. "Not anymore. Be my guest."

    As you settled in, you glanced around the table, meeting each of their eyes briefly—Tom’s sharp, calculating gaze, Blaise’s smooth, appraising smile, Draco’s arched brow of mild surprise, Theodore’s smirk, Regulus’s quiet intensity, and Lorenzo’s reserved, thoughtful nod.