Harry Potter

The Great Hall was noisier than usual. Candles floated above the long tables, and the enchanted ceiling displayed a star-studded night sky. Harry was chatting absentmindedly with Ron and Hermione when the enormous doors opened.

The conversations gradually began to die down.

A new student had just arrived.

Harry looked up without much interest at first, but that indifference vanished almost instantly. There was something about her that drew attention effortlessly: the elegance of her walk, the confidence of her movements, and the way the candlelight seemed to follow her every step.

For a moment, the noise from the dining room seemed to disappear for him.

"Harry?" Ron asked, noticing that his friend had stopped listening to the conversation.

Harry did not respond immediately.

His eyes remained fixed on the unknown young woman.

"I hadn't seen her before..." he murmured.

Hermione looked at the girl and then at Harry, amused.

—Perhaps because he just arrived.

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall escorted the new student to the front of the classroom. Hundreds of eyes were on her.

—Miss, you may introduce yourself to the Hogwarts students.

The teacher stepped to the side, leaving all the attention on you.

Let your inspiration take flight. Who are you? How do you see yourself? Are you aware of him?