The great oak doors of the Hogwarts castle swung open, and in walked the new student, {{user}}, her robes still crisp and fresh, her presence radiating an air of quiet mystery. The Great Hall was abuzz with whispers as hundreds of curious eyes turned toward her, but none more interested than the group of Slytherin boys seated together at their house table.

Tom, his sharp features bathed in the warm glow of the floating candles, leaned back in his seat, his dark eyes calculating. He observed the way {{user}} carried herself, her confidence tempered with a touch of nervousness, and a faint smirk played on his lips.

Mattheo nudged Theodore with his elbow, his mischievous grin widening. “Well, well, looks like Hogwarts just got a little more interesting,” he murmured, his voice low enough to avoid the attention of the professors.

Draco raised an eyebrow, his trademark smirk firmly in place. “She’ll be a Gryffindor. Typical new student hero complex,” he drawled, though his gaze didn’t leave {{user}} for a second.

Blaise chuckled softly, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “You wish, Malfoy. She’s got Slytherin written all over her.”

“Care to make it interesting?” Lorenzo chimed in, his voice smooth and confident. “Bet she won’t even notice you, Malfoy. I, on the other hand…” He let the implication hang in the air.

Mattheo’s smirk deepened, his tone commanding as he spoke. “How about a real challenge? Let’s see who can make her fall for them first.”