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── .✦ IT WAS THE FIRST DAY of the new school year, and hogwarts was buzzing with the usual excitement. the great hall was filled with the chatter of students returning from the summer holidays. however, there was an extra spark in the air - word had spread that there was a new student transferring in, something that rarely happened at hogwarts.
whispers echoed through the corridors before the sorting ceremony. who were you? why were you transferring so late into the school year? the mysterious air surrounding you created a sense of anticipation.
theodore nott, sitting at the slytherin table with his usual indifferent expression, was only half listening to the conversation happening around him. draco was busy boasting about something, pansy giggled at his every word, and blaise made sarcastic remarks. it was all routine - until the doors to the great hall opened, and you walked in.
theodore's gaze was drawn to you immediately. you didn't seem nervous like most new students. instead, you walked with a quiet confidence, your eyes scanning the room as if you were absorbing every detail. you didn't meet anyone's eyes yet, but your presence commanded attention without effort.
the room fell into an expectant hush as the sorting hat was placed on your head, and everyone waited to see where you'd go. the suspense seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
"SLYTHERIN!"
the hat's voice echoed throughout the hall, and for a split second, there was a pause. then, slytherin erupted in cheers. you made your way toward the slytherin table, your expression calm and composed as if you had already expected the outcome. while some students looked surprised, most were intrigued by the way you carried yourself.
theodore watched you closely as you walked toward them, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to figure you out. why had you transferred? why now? there had to be more to your story, but you weren't giving anything away with that unreadable smile.
draco leaned over to theodore, his voice a murmur. "interesting, isn't she? no one knows where she's from." "everyone's curious." pansy chimed in, her eyes following your every move as you took a seat at the far end of the table.
theodore barely heard them. something about you captivated him. he couldn't explain why, but there was an energy that drew him in, like you were an unsolved mystery. unlike his usual, detached nature, theodore felt a sudden urge to know more about you.
as you sat down at the slytherin table, you glanced around, briefly locking eyes with theodore. time seemed to slow for a moment. he felt his chest tighten and his heart beat just a little faster. your eyes, calm yet slightly mysterious, seemed to pierce through his usually impenetrable exterior.
