Chapter 2: Secrets and Sorting
The halls of Hogwarts echoed with whispers and the shuffle of students as the first day unfolded. My friends and I, now nestled into our roles as Professor McGonagall's supposed daughters, navigated the bustling corridors.
The magical atmosphere was intoxicating, yet I couldn't shake the weight of the secrets we carried. As we passed portraits and enchanted staircases, I stole glances at Lana, Stormy, Mia, Alex, and Jane. We shared a silent understanding—we were living a double life, hiding our fairy heritage while embracing the world of wizards.
Our classes began, and the thrill of learning magic filled me with excitement. Professor McGonagall's watchful eye offered a comforting presence, but I couldn't shake the sense of unease. Draco Malfoy's piercing gaze followed us, a reminder of the challenges ahead.
Amidst lessons on spells and potions, our newfound friendships with Harry, Ron, and Hermione deepened. We laughed together, faced challenges, and bonded over the mysteries that unfolded at Hogwarts.
As days turned into weeks, the approaching date of the first Quidditch match buzzed through the castle. I found myself drawn to the excitement, and with my friends by my side, we joined the Gryffindor supporters in cheering for our team.
Draco Malfoy, ever the Slytherin, jeered from the opposing stands. Our eyes locked, a tension simmering beneath the surface. Little did I know that this animosity would evolve into a connection I never anticipated.
The fateful night of the first Hogsmeade visit arrived, and the air crackled with the anticipation of adventure. As we strolled through the magical village, laughter and chatter surrounded us. Yet, a shadow loomed—a mysterious figure watching from the shadows.
Curiosity gripped me, and as I turned to share my suspicions with my friends, I found myself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy. Our eyes locked in a silent exchange, and for a fleeting moment, the enmity between us seemed to soften.
