Your eyes wandered around the Great Hall, awaiting your first ever sorting ceremony. Your eyes dart around every table, staring at the people there. Everyone was excited —— they can’t wait to welcome new people in their houses.

Your eyes slowly wandered to the Slytherin table, and you make eye contact with one of the prefects. He looked Asian but had his hair dyed into a shade of milk tea blonde. He gave you a small smile and a nod to acknowledge your presence.

He had no business being this attractive.

Just then, your name was called and you had to get sorted by the Sorting Hat. You walk up to the stool and took a seat, while Professor Mcgonagall places the hat on your head, and you wait for your fate.