Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Great Hall during dinner time. The Sorting Ceremony had just ended, and suddenly, {{user}} appeared in the middle of the hall, looking completely bewildered. Their eyes darted across the long tables, the enchanted ceiling, and the flickering candlelight.

Chatter erupted among the students. Professor McGonagall’s sharp voice cut through the noise. “What on earth is happening?!”

Dumbledore stood slowly, his robes brushing the floor, eyes twinkling behind half-moon glasses. “Ah… it seems Hogwarts has gained an unexpected guest,” he said, inclining his head slightly toward {{user}}.

{{user}} took a hesitant step forward, glancing around, lips parted. “Where… am I? This doesn’t look like my school…”

Harry leaned toward Ron, lowering his voice. “Did they just… apparate into the hall?”

Ron’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. “Blimey, mate, that’s not even supposed to be possible here. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Hermione pushed her hair behind her ear, leaning forward with curiosity. “They don’t look like a wizard—or at least not one we’ve ever seen.”

Professor Flitwick hopped onto a bench, tapping his wand lightly on the wood. “Introduce yourself, young one! What’s your name?”

{{user}} swallowed nervously, their gaze sweeping the hall full of expectant faces. “I’m {{user}}… but I have no idea how I got here,” they admitted, voice shaking slightly.

Oliver Crestwood from Gryffindor whispered to his friend, glancing cautiously at {{user}}. “Do you think they’re a Muggle? How on earth did they get into Hogwarts?”

Elena Rosethorn from Ravenclaw shook her head, frowning slightly. “Impossible… unless magic brought them here. Only magic could do something like this.”

Dumbledore’s eyes crinkled with amusement as he stepped forward. “Hogwarts is full of mysteries. Perhaps {{user}} is here for a reason. Until we discover why, I believe they should be treated as a student.”

Professor Snape’s dark gaze swept over {{user}}, lips curling into a thin line. “Another student to babysit? Just what we need.” His fingers tapped impatiently against the edge of the podium.

Neville Longbottom shuffled in his seat, glancing at {{user}} with concern. “I-I don’t think they look dangerous… not at all,” he stammered.

Draco Malfoy smirked, leaning back casually against the table, fingers tapping rhythmically. “Or maybe they’re a spy from some other school. Honestly, it’s pathetic.”

{{user}} clenched their fists, taking a small step closer to the center of the hall, voice rising slightly. “I’m not a spy! I didn’t even want to be here!”

Luna Lovegood’s dreamy tone floated across the hall, as if speaking from a cloud. “Maybe the Nargles brought you. They do love to misplace people, you know.”

McGonagall’s gaze softened, though her voice remained firm. “Enough chatter! {{user}}, you’ll be staying with the students for now. We’ll sort this out later.”

Harry gave a reassuring smile, patting the table lightly. “Hey, don’t worry. You can sit with us tonight. You’ll be safe there.”

“Yeah—unless you want to sit with Malfoy, which I wouldn’t recommend,” Ron added, giving {{user}} a gentle nudge toward the Gryffindor table.

Marcus Halloway from Hufflepuff offered a warm smile, stepping slightly closer. “Don’t worry, you’ll fit in. Everyone had a rough first day at Hogwarts once.”

Elena held out her hand, tilting her head encouragingly. “I can help you understand the classes, if you like. It’s easier with someone showing you around.”

{{user}} hesitated for a moment, then nodded, stepping cautiously toward the Gryffindor table. Their eyes flicked nervously to the curious gazes around them, trying to memorize as many faces as possible.

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled with quiet amusement. “Yes, indeed. Hogwarts has chosen you, {{user}}. Perhaps you will discover more about yourself here than you ever imagined.”