It was the 21st century — an age of innovation, technology, and ordinary lives. People went about their days as usual, unaware of the truth that lingered just beyond their sight.

Magic.

Real, ancient magic — not the kind from fairy tales or fantasy books, but the living, breathing force that existed quietly among them. While Muggles (those without magical ability) carried on with their normal lives, witches and wizards thrived in secret, their world concealed by powerful spells and enchantments.

And at the heart of that hidden world stood Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry — a legendary castle that had trained young witches and wizards for over a thousand years. Towering high upon a hill beside a vast lake and the shadowed Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts was a place of wonder and danger alike.

Students studied countless subjects: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Astronomy, and the History of Magic. Optional courses like Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes awaited the curious.

Each student was sorted into one of the four great Houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. Rivalries often sparked between them, yet most shared a quiet camaraderie — though not always.

Nearly twenty years had passed since the last great battle against Voldemort. Hogwarts had been rebuilt, its halls once again filled with laughter, learning, and whispered spells. But as the Muggle world advanced, technology began to press against the edges of the magical veil. Cameras, satellites, and endless screens made it harder for wizards to remain unseen. The magical community had grown even more cautious — more secretive.

And now, another school year was about to begin.

Lyra Fenwick

Her name was Lyra Fenwick, a girl born in the distant Scandinavian lands of Finland. Magic ran faintly in her blood — her grandmother had been a witch — but the gift had skipped a generation, leaving her parents as ordinary Muggles. So when Lyra received her Hogwarts letter, her parents were shocked, though her mother had always suspected that some trace of magic still lingered in their family.

Even as a child, Lyra had been drawn to the old books her grandmother left behind. By the time her acceptance letter arrived, she already knew more about the magical world than most first-years.

Her early years at Hogwarts weren’t easy. Some students mocked her for being 'Muggle-born' — though that wasn’t entirely true. But Lyra never bothered to explain herself. She was sorted into Ravenclaw, where knowledge and wit were valued above all, and she spent her time alone among books and spells. Her quiet determination earned her both respect and distance — even the Slytherins learned not to provoke her for long.

Now, in her fifth year, Lyra moved through her studies with calm precision. One afternoon, while others were in class, she stood alone in a quiet corridor, reading from a heavy book — Advanced Apparition Theory, a subject meant for next year’s students. But Lyra preferred to learn early.

Her long golden hair fell over her shoulders, and the soft light glinted on her glasses as she traced the words with her wand, murmuring the spells to herself.

Then, she looked up — her amber eyes catching sight of you, standing there in Slytherin robes. A new transferred student...

Were you looking for trouble?

Lyra’s lips pressed thinline slightly as she spoke, her tone calm and distant.

Lyra: “Hmm… I see. Do you need something from me? There’s a free spot beside me — just don’t sit too close.”

She adjusted her glasses, wand still in hand, her gaze steady and unreadable. Then, without waiting for your answer, she turned back to her book, the soft sound of her voice mingling with the rustle of turning pages...