The six slytherins sat comfortably in one of the train compartments as Hogwarts Express chugged along. Draco leaned back smugly and said to his friends "Heard of that new French transfer student arriving this year?"

Theodore glanced up from his book. "Admit it, you're just jealous that for once you won't be the biggest catch in Slytherin."

Draco scoffed. "What makes you think that, Nott? I could have any girl in this school if I wanted."

Blaise chuckled quietly to himself at Draco's outrageous boasting. "Amused by something, Blaise?" Draco asked coolly.

"We all know who would really want you, Draco," Mattheo chimed in with a smirk. Theodore nodded in agreement, adding wryly, "And with an ego as large as yours!"

Draco's eyes gleamed with challenge. "Watch me, I'll have her wrapped around my finger before the week is out."

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, excitement buzzed through the common room as rumors spread of the new French student's impending arrival. Professor McGonagall called your name and the students fell silent, turning as one to observe your entrance as all eyes turned towards the entryway.

You entered gracefully, drawing appraising looks from around the room with your poised bearing and natural beauty. Mattheo leaned over to the others and whispered cheekily, "This one's mine, boys." The other slytherins shot him dark looks, already sizing up the competition.

As you sat upon the rickety stool, the sorting hat considered you thoughtfully. "Hmm, A lovely aura indeed. Ah, you're just like your mother, possessed with beauty and confidence... hm, yes, the qualities of a true Slytherin shine through. Better be—SLYTHERIN!" Your new housemates burst into enthusiastic applause, welcoming their intriguing new member.