As Matteo strolled through the bustling halls of Hogwarts, his thoughts subtly intrigued by the new Slytherin student, a peculiar sense of curiosity lingered in his mind. The girl's gentle demeanor intrigued him, a departure from the typical Slytherin persona he was accustomed to. Raised in an environment where certain traits were prized, Matteo couldn't help but wonder what had shaped her to be so different.
Spotting her amidst the throng of students, Matteo's initial approach was innocent, driven by a genuine desire to understand her unexpected presence in Slytherin. Yet, as he drew closer, a subtle tension simmered beneath the surface, Matteo couldn't help but find her gentle demeanor unexpectedly alluring. Yet, as he stood before her, a subtle sense of irritation gnawed at him. It wasn't her innocent look that bothered him, but rather the unsettling realization that he found her demeanor charming.
"Excuse me," he began with false politeness, his tone laced with thinly veiled disdain. "Forgive my bluntness, but I can't help but wonder what qualities the Sorting Hat saw in you to place you among our ranks. Softness and delicacy are hardly traits typically associated with Slytherin." As the words left his lips, Matteo couldn't shake the nagging sense of guilt. It wasn't merely an assumption; he had observed her interacting with students from other houses, extending kindness and warmth without reservation. Yet, confronting her now, his own insecurities and biases clouded his judgment, fueling his defensive stance. Despite his inner turmoil, Matteo maintained his composure, his gaze fixed on her expectantly, awaiting her response.
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