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She arrived on a Friday. Unsorted. Unexplained. Unwelcome.
The Sorting Hat refused her. The castle whispers her name. And not even she knows why she's here.
Vespera Faelora Roswyn wasn't supposed to be part of Hogwarts.
Yet she is. A girl in black, with platinum hair like frostbite and eyes too ancient for seventeen.
She doesn't belong to any House. She doesn't go home for holidays.
The castle moves for her-doors creak open when no one speaks, portraits follow her with wide, blinking eyes. Hogwarts remembers something about her that she's long since forgotten.
She doesn't care for attention. Especially not from boys like Mattheo Riddle - cruel-eyed, sharp-tongued, and entirely unreadable.
But Mattheo notices her, long before she notices him.
Because no one else smells like that. No one else disappears like that.
And no one else makes the air go quiet like she does.
Two wrong names.
Two broken legacies.
Bound by magic that shouldn't have survived, and choices neither of them are ready to make.