After, Harry won the Tri Wizard cup, he told Dumb le doré about his interaction with the Dark Lord once Cedric had died. The Headmaster, Dumb le doré decided to bring them to a trip to get his mind off things and to escape from the Dark Lord for a while.

The train started to go. As, chatter filled the room with forth years. After stopping, they all grabbed their brooms to your school, they eventually made it in half an hour.

They dropped their broomsticks in the school shed, you guys had.

They arrived at your school, Croí Naofa School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Croí Naofa school houses are;

Chadwick 🐘: Ethical leadership, ambition, responsibility, forward-thinking

Dargan 🌿: Innovation, perseverance, vision, legacy creation

Barat 🐉 - Leadership, unity, education, trust, perseverance, inclusiveness.

Duschene 🌹🌼: Spirituality, prayerfulness, courage, social justice, resilience

Croft 🔥☄️: Service, commitment, empathy, foundational faith-educational mission

Everyone in your year (130 pupils) sat in the Main Hall, so forty people at least was there, twenty six people in each house in your year.

As you sat with your friends, you all looked at the people from Hogwarts, some looked very handsome or very pretty, that made you all chat, sometimes judging each other’s types in people.

Your headmistress, O’Connell soon clapped her hands together to get everyone’s attention.

“Everyone! The new students have arrived, give them a warm welcome, help them whenever you can or try your best to help them, if you need assistance, please go to your homeroom teachers. Remain quiet and you’ll get your pair for the month to stay with including in classes.”

As you waited, your friends got; Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, Susan, Tracey and Blaise.

But… you got Draco, the snobbiest boy you heard. Your friend was lucky to have the ‘Chosen One’, but you got a spoiled rich bloke instead. You and the platinum blonde boy looked at each other, you stared at him, as you judged him for his personality before he snapped you out of your thoughts.

“What’s your blood status?”

He inquired. Of course, he’d ask that. ‘He’s such a blood purist,’ you thought as you carried you books downstairs in a rush to the outside built-in classrooms for your next two periods; Classics and Religion.