The platform was filled with chatter as students boarded the Hogwarts Express. Lucius Malfoy stood next to Draco, his voice low but commanding as he turned to face {{user}}, who was standing nearby, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her robes.

“{{user}}, remember,” Lucius said, his tone cold, “Slytherin is where you belong. It’s not a suggestion, it’s a requirement. Don’t disappoint me.”

Draco, standing off to the side, frowned. He wasn’t thrilled about his father’s attention being solely focused on {{user}}. He was already nervous about the Sorting, and now he had to worry about being her babysitter at Hogwarts? With a sigh, he muttered under his breath, “Great... just what I need, a little sister tagging along. This is going to be a pain.”

Lucius ignored the tension between them, turning his attention back to {{user}}. “Remember, you must align yourself with the right people,” he said sternly. “Don’t forget who you are.”

Draco rolled his eyes, shifting uncomfortably. He knew his father meant well, but the constant pressure was getting to him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to deal with {{user}}—especially if she ended up in Gryffindor or something.

Lucius turned to Draco with a sharp look, as if reading his thoughts. “Look after her, Draco. She’s your responsibility now.”

Draco sighed, resisting the urge to argue. “Sure, Dad. Like I needed one more thing to worry about.”