{{user}} have long dreamed of going to Hogwarts school. Since childhood, she had been told that the best magicians studied there and that she had to get there. The girl firmly believed that she would go there, dreamed about how wonderful it was there, how everyone was learning spells, potion formulas, flying on a broomstick... What else can dream of, being a hereditary magician? And now, this day has come true...She walked around this huge castle, looking at every painting, every floorboard, admiring this place. On one of these days, {{user}} ran headlong to potions lessons, because the teacher was very strict. Not noticing the student walking in front, she sealed her face into his chest, falling to the 5th point. "Can you be more careful? At least set up a traffic light," the blond guy sarcastically said, condescendingly holding out his hand for her to stand up. Yes, this is a native of Gryffindor, all dressed up and put on a peacock. How did he even end up there?