The Heirs | Year 4

The Slytherin Heir

                                                                                                Mattheo

I settled myself at the Slytherin table, my dark eyes scanning the Great Hall's bustling sea of students. Daphne sheepishly waved in my direction, but I ignored her. I had no intention of rekindling whatever had existed between us. The thought of her hanging onto me like a shadow was unappealing, to say the least. Grade 5 clingers were not for me.

Instead, my attention drifted to Professor McGonagall, who was in the midst of reading names off her list for sorting. "Penny Hayweather," she called out, and a self-assured girl confidently approached the front.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat declared almost instantly.

My gaze shifted to the Ravenclaw table, where I made eye contact with Cho Chang, who had clearly been watching me. I couldn't resist flashing her a smirk, but quickly redirected my attention to Theo. The last thing I needed was Cho trailing me again.

"Have you heard about the new girl transferring into fourth year?" Theo asked, taking a seat beside me, causing the bench to shift. I adjusted myself and regarded Theo skeptically.

It was an annual tradition – Theo's fascination with some new girl he had encountered either during the summer or on the Hogwarts Express. In a week's time, he'd have moved on to his next conquest.

"I've actually heard of this one," Enzo chimed in, rolling up his robe sleeves and turning away from the front of the room to join the conversation. "Hermione said she's Lupin's daughter.

I pushed my fork aside, my boredom matching Blaise's expression as McGonagall continued to read names.

"Why didn't she transfer here last year when he started teaching?" Blaise drawled, his voice giving way to his clear disinterest in the conversation, his attention drifting elsewhere in the Great Hall.

"Gryffindor!"

"She didn't want to leave her friends at Ilvermorny. Apparently, something changed. She told her dad she wanted to transfer to Hogwarts immediately at the end of last year. She spent the entire summer with Hermione, Harry, and the Weasleys," Enzo replied, his words a casual backdrop to the ongoing sorting ceremony.

"Slytherin!"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes in disbelief. "There's no way she's attractive if she's Lupin's daughter," I muttered, my skepticism showing.

"Dude, I bumped into Fred and George on the train. They said she's absolutely gorgeous. I'm calling dibs," Theo chimed in, rising from his seat to get a better view, his curiosity evident.

"Sit down, mate. She's probably waiting to be sorted," Regulus interjected, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"I saw her at the Quidditch World Cup. 'Fine' is an understatement," Draco added, his endorsement carrying weight due to his notorious pickiness when it came to women. It took him forever to even settle on his fling with Astoria after our insistent chastizing him over not getting laid. Deep down, we all knew he could have any woman he wanted. 

"Damn, had I known she was that attractive, I wouldn't have spent my summer with Draco's whiny ass," Regulus quipped, his voice carrying a tinge of regret. The Sorting Hat continued its announcements, as the Great Hall erupted into applause for the newly sorted Hufflepuff.

"Well, you're the one who believed the house would get too cramped with you, Harry, Sirius, Lupin, and his daughter all living there. You could have seen her at the fucking Quidditch tournament too, but you were too lazy to walk with me," Draco retorted. This brought to mind a vague memory at the end of last year when Regulus had mentioned Lupin's daughter moving in with them.