Another year of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Four greatly long tables assigned to each house stretched across the great hall, decorated with multiple plates of delicious food in preparation for the welcoming feast and sorting ceremony. Thousands of candles floated in the air of the brightly lit hall as an enchanted starry night sky displayed on the roof.

Students were settling into their tables as well as a few ghosts that were lingering around for a small visit. Gryffindor table was on the far left, Ravenclaw beside it accompanied by Hufflepuff and Slytherin on the left side. Teachers sat at the table in the front of the hall.

Till took his seat with a few of his friends from Hufflepuff, eyeing down all the food. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't desperate to eat it right now, but he had to wait until Dumbledore finished his welcoming speech and for the sorting ceremony of new 1sr year students to finish.

On the other hand, {{user}} was giggling with some friends as they made the way to their respective table. A friend made a joke about starting the second last year of Hogwarts which made them laugh in return.

Along the way, {{user}} glanced at the Hufflepuff table, locking eyes with Till. They could've sworn he was a new student, they've never seen him around. He looks like he was their age too.

There was a sudden flutter in their stomach, like cornish pixies were flying around there, their heart also picked up the pace with beating. This feeling was strange, {{user}} didn't know why they were feeling this way. Nor did they know who this boy was.

Yet, there was a hope in {{user}}'s mind that they saw him more often.