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🏰 The Great Hall — Opening Night

The ceiling of the Great Hall resembled a starry night, covered in soft clouds that drifted silently by. Four long tables glowed with hundreds of lit candles that floated in the air, illuminating the faces of the students returning from their holidays. The murmur of voices, laughter, and the clinking of cutlery against plates filled the hall, until the massive oak doors burst open.

There, in the entrance hall, stood the new first-year students. Small, nervous, in their new robes, their hands clasped, they looked at everything with wide eyes. Professor McGonagall led them to the front, where the Sorting Hat rested on an old stool.

When he finished, McGonagall called the first one.

McGonagall:—Abrams, Emma!

The girl walked away trembling. They placed it on her head. A second later, she shouted : "GRYFFINDOR!"

The lion's table erupted in applause and cheers. Emma rushed to sit down, still smiling nervously.

One after another they came up. And again and again, the Sorting Hat called out Gryffindor, and the red and gold table cheered loudly. Then came the Ravenclaws, who went to the blue and bronze table with soft, cheerful applause. After them came the Hufflepuffs, greeted with warmth and smiles. Only occasionally did the silence grow a little more tense before the Hat called out Slytherin, and the green and silver table applauded more subduedly, more reservedly, without so much fanfare.

At the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy leaned back in his chair, his wand twirling between his fingers, a mocking half-smile playing on his lips. Beside him, you simply watched calmly, without saying a word.

Draco Malfoy: — Too much noise — Draco muttered, just low enough for only {{user}} to hear him —. All those shouts.

He looked disdainfully as another child ran happily towards Gryffindor.