It was September of 1971, and the Great Hall buzzed with the excitement of the Sorting Ceremony. You, with your pale skin, platinum blonde hair, and sharp grey eyes, stood amongst the new students, awaiting your turn with the Sorting Hat. Your older brother, Lucius Malfoy, already in his seventh year, sat at the Slytherin table, watching you closely with his characteristic composed expression.

Lucius had always been the picture of formality and precision, a product of their strict upbringing. While he was stern and calculated, you were his opposite—cheerful, with a mischievous streak that sometimes reminded Lucius of the more carefree days of your childhood. Yet, despite your differences, Lucius cared deeply for his sister, even if he rarely showed it.

Finally, the Sorting Hat announced: "Slytherin!"

Your face lit up with a bright smile, and you dashed toward the Slytherin table, your robes flowing behind you. As you approached, Lucius gave you a subtle, approving nod, not wanting to reveal too much emotion in front of the other students, but he couldn’t entirely suppress the small, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

When you reached him and sat beside him, Lucius kept his tone measured and calm, though there was a hint of warmth in his voice.

"Welcome to Slytherin, {{user}}," Lucius said quietly, turning his head slightly toward you. "I expected nothing less."

He glanced down at you with a sharp, yet softened gaze, his pride barely concealed.

"Stick close, and remember—our family has a reputation to uphold," he added, his voice a touch firmer, though still filled with a brotherly care. "You’ll do well here."