𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐃.𝐌

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The halls were dimly lighted by all the candles attached to the walls. The bricked walls hold a history due to their visible cracks, dust, and cobwebs on the corners. We arrived at Hogwarts around 7 in the evening and the entrance hall was filled with students, their chattering filling up the room as they climbed the stairs. I couldn't hear many words coming out of Hermione's mouth, discussing the history of Hogwarts until we had reached the Hall that they called the Great Hall.

"Best if you join with the first years and other transferees," Hermione stated, gesturing at the group of students surrounding a squat little Professor wearing a patched hat. "That's Professor Sprout, one of the best professors here in Hogwarts. She's our Herbology Professor."

"She seemed nice," I spoke, looking at the Professor.

"She is," Ron replied, especially when they had known Professor Sprout for so long. "We should join the other's inside. We'll meet you there." He sounded as if he was in a hurry. It must be because he could not wait for supper. As I have observed during the train ride, he has a fondness for food.

Slap!

Ronald Weasley was slapped by Hermione with a rolled Quibbler that she had been reading throughout the train ride. Though, I suspect these two must have a romantic relationship together because of how he looked at her earlier when she spoke about Hogwarts to me. It is the look that my Papa would give to Mama.

"Students," A tall woman dressed in a green robe with silver spectacles in her eyes stood at the door to the Great Hall. "Come inside now before the sorting ceremony starts." She looked rather like a reserved woman or perhaps had a stern personality.

"We'll see you there." Hermione smiled and grabbed Ron's hand as they went inside the Great Hall.

Harry scratched behind his neck, feeling quite embarrassed about what the two had just done in front of me.

"I'm sorry about that." He chuckled nervously. "Though, you'll get used to them. Anyway, I should better be going. Good luck, Y/n." Then he went to the Great Hall and met a ginger-haired girl on his way. She must be his girlfriend and from the looks of it, she must be Ginny Weasley, whom Mama was referring to about having the same age as me.

There I was left alone, staring at the interior of the Great Hall. I could not see much from here but I still find it exquisite. The way the candles floated above the students' heads and the way there was an evening sky on the ceiling made everything more special and unique in some way.

As I was about to join the new students, someone tall bumped into me and a strong scent of cologne lingered around my nose.

"Watch where you're going." He hissed, not looking around to face me and just woke off like I was some kind of dirt.

"Rude," I mumbled, glaring at the tall man entering the Great Hall.

He had blond hair that was almost as white as the snow. But something's quite odd. Something that I have never felt before. It is something that led me to become curious about the blond man, whose demeanour seems to be unpleasing.

"Are you a transferee?" Professor Sprout had called my attention.

I disregarded my thoughts about the young man and made my way to the group of students surrounding Professor Sprout.

"Yes, ma'am." To which I responded.

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"Y/n Riviere!" My name was called by Professor Sprout as I am the next to be sorted.

I took steps forward and climbed up the stairs then sat on the wooden stool. Many keen eyes were watching me, waiting for me to get sorted into one of their houses. It is as if it had brought me back when I was getting sorted into my house in Beauxbatons. I remember how the silver arrow I had shot burst into my house colour. But it was done differently here in Hogwarts. They use a sorting hat that asses one's mind.

Professor Sprout placed the brown hat unto my head then there it spoke...

"Hmmm..." He was thinking at first or rather, going through my mind. "Ah, you have such a pleasing personality with a mind brimming with curiosity and intellect." He stated. "You're drawn to the intricate mysteries of the world, seeking to unravel them with an insatiable hunger for understanding. Your wit is sharp, your insights profound, and your imagination boundless." He analyzed more of my mind. "Ah, yes, I see it now." He then cleared his throat. "Better be...RAVENCLAW!"

There all the Ravenclaw students cheered and clapped as I made my way to their table and sat next to a blonde girl. She had this long blonde curly hair that reached her waist. She also has Silverish blue eyes and a dreamy face.

"Hello," Her voice was soft and sweet. "I'm Luna Lovegood, what's your name?" She showed he hand for a handshake.

"Y/n Riviere." I shooke her hand.

"You are lovely to meet." Her smile was soft and innocent. It is as if you wanted to protect her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Her attention went back to the first years getting sorted as I did the same.

However, something didn't feel quite right. I sense someone's eyes burning into my figure behind me. Never did I ever have such a peculiar feeling, a feeling that urged me to look behind but my brain was telling me not to, but it had lost its battle due to curiosity.

A pair of silver eyes were staring at my e/y/c ones. It was like it was shooting burning arrows at me and it gave me shivers down my spine. And the second I knew it, I shouldn't have looked deeply into his eyes and just paid attention to the sorting ceremony. But those eyes...it's like I have met them. It's like...

"Let the feast." The tall Professor, whom I saw earlier outside the Great Hall, spoke and thankful I am that interrupted me from digging deeper into the depths I am not allowed to go further. "Begin!"