Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

New Girl - Pt.1

Word Count: 555

The first day at a new school always felt like a cruel experiment in social survival. You step through the front doors, carrying the weight of unfamiliarity on your shoulders, your every move scrutinized by a sea of strangers. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked towards the entrance of the school. The enchanted doors loomed before me as I took a deep breath and stepped inside. My heart is still palpitating, but now with anticipation, excitement, and a twinge of nervousness. I was now going to be considered the new girl–a fifth year transfer from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and everything about this place felt foreign yet thrilling. 

The Grandeur of the great hall took my breath away. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the starry night sky, candles floated above the long tables, and the smell of rich food filled the air. But it was the people, the students in their distinct house colors, that made me feel adjourned. There were hundreds of them, chatting and laughing with a familiarity I couldn't share. I felt small in comparison, like a leaf blown into a storm, unsure of where I would land. 

Being lost in thought on what house I would be sorted into, Dumbledore stood up and walked to the podium announcing, "Good evening students of Hogwarts. I hope your feasting has been pleasant. If you could please quiet down and pay attention, we have a new student here today. Please welcome Miss Y/N Y/L". Oh god....now all eyes are on me. Please let me sink into a hole and never come out. 

Professor McGonagall led me to the front of the Hall, where the Sorting Hat awaited. The students watched with curious eyes as I made my way up to the stool, whispering to one another. My cheeks burned with the awareness of all those who gazed, but I kept my head high. This was my fresh start, a start to a new beginning. 

The hat was placed on my head, and I tensed. My mind whirred with thoughts of where I might belong. Ravenclaw, where I could be with other intellectuals? Hufflepuff, a house of loyalty and warmth? Gryffindor, the house of bravery? Or perhaps Slytherin, where ambition and cunning ruled? 

The Sorting Hat hummed thoughtfully in my ears. "You have a sharp mind, no doubt about that. But there's something else... something deeper. A thirst for adventure perhaps? Yes... I think... Slytherin!"

A cheer erupted from the Slytherin table as the hat was removed from my head and made my way over to them, feeling the weight of all those eyes slowly lift from me. My new housemates greeted me with smiles and handshakes. I spotted familiar faces–Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley among them. I'd heard stories of them of course. Who hadn't? But I didn't want to be defined by my knowledge of others. I wanted to make my own mark. As I sat down, I caught the eye of a boy across the table. He was tall with tousled brown curly hair and an air of immense confidence. He wasn't as loud or instantly recognizable as some of the others, but there was something about him that caught my attention. He was watching me with a curious expression as if trying to figure me out. 

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Hey guys, so I think this is going to be a little series b/c when I was typing this in my docs......let's just say it was a lot. 

I'll try my best to speed it up or at least make it a minimal of 4 parts? Hopefully? My Fingers are crossed. 

Anywayssss, I hope y'all liked it! 

Stay beautiful!

Love, The Author