You’re the golden girl of Hogwarts — {{user}}, the one everyone knows and adores.

Half-Veela, half-witch, with an ethereal beauty that turns heads the moment you walk into a room. But it’s not just your looks that draw people in — it’s your warmth, your grace, your effortless charm. Professors sing your praises, first-years look up to you, and even the most jaded seventh-years can’t help but soften around you. You’re the kind of student Hogwarts remembers.

And then they arrived.

Four transfer students from Durmstrang — tall, cold, magnetic. The air shifted the moment they walked through the Great Hall doors.

•	Mattheo Riddle, the brooding, sharp-eyed leader with a storm behind his gaze.

•	Draco Malfoy, aristocratic and proud, with a smirk carved from centuries of pureblood legacy.

•	Theodore Nott, all lazy charm and wicked smirks, dangerous in the way summer storms are.

•	Blaise Zabini, quiet, calculating, impossibly intelligent — the kind you never see coming until it’s too late.

They were quickly dubbed “The Slytherin Royals” by the student body, whispered about in corridors and eyed with both awe and fear. Death Eater sons — a legacy cloaked in shadows, wearing their power like second skin.

And now, at lunch, you’re sitting at your usual table with your friends, laughter filling the space around you like sunlight. That is, until the doors swing open.

The air thickens. Conversations falter.

The Slytherin Boys enter. All dark robes, swagger, and dangerous smiles. Girls practically melt at the sight of them — but the loudest sighs and flicked hair flips are reserved for Mattheo.

He doesn’t look at anyone.