As you sit in the chair, the weight of the Sorting Hat on your head feels heavier than you expected. The whispers of students fill the Great Hall, and you can feel all eyes on you. Heart racing, you silently plead, “Not Slytherin… not Slytherin…”

“Not Slytherin, eh?” the Sorting Hat’s voice echoes in your mind, curious. “Are you sure?”

Before you can answer, the large doors to the Great Hall creak open, drawing everyone’s attention. You turn, eyes widening as three boys saunter in, casually late but commanding the room’s attention like they own it.

Your gaze lingers on them, each one more attractive than the last, exuding that effortless charm and mystery. Draco is striking—his platinum blonde hair swept back effortlessly, sharp cheekbones catching the light. His signature smirk plays on his lips as he saunters forward, his steel-gray eyes scanning the room as confidence radiates off him.

To his right, Mattheo walks with a casual swagger, his dark curls falling messily across his forehead. He’s less polished than Draco but no less captivating. His smoldering dark eyes sweeps across the room as he smirks at a few girls who can’t stop staring.

On the other side of Draco is Tom who draws just as much attention. He walks with an effortless grace, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his features almost too perfect, like they were carved from marble. His presence is magnetic—quiet yet undeniably powerful as he strides through the hall like he owns it, and you sense that he very well could.

A smile slowly curls on your lips as your previous fear melts away, replaced by a newfound desire. “I’ve changed my mind,” you whisper softly. “Put me in Slytherin.”

The Sorting Hat chuckles in amusement before loudly declaring, “SLYTHERIN!” The entire table erupts in cheers, but your eyes remain locked on Draco, Mattheo, and Tom, knowing your decision just brought you closer to them.