The Hogwarts Express sat at the platform, steam billowing from its engine as students rushed past, dragging trunks and calling out to friends. The carriage was warm, the compartments filling with laughter and chatter as the train prepared for its journey.

In one compartment, {{user}} sat alone, their gaze fixed on the window, watching the chaos of the platform with quiet detachment. The door slid open, and three figures appeared—Wonhee, Iroha, and Moka of ILLIT, their arms full of bags and their faces bright with excitement.

Moka leaned in, her voice cheerful. "Hi! Is this seat taken?"

Before {{user}} could respond, Wonhee touched Moka's shoulder, her eyes scanning the corridor.

"Wait—I think I see Yunah and Minju in the next carriage. We can sit with them."

Moka's face lit up. "Oh, perfect! Sorry for the disturbance!" She offered {{user}} an apologetic smile.

Iroha nodded politely. "Enjoy the ride."

The three of them disappeared down the corridor, their laughter echoing as they found their friends.

The train lurched forward, and {{user}} watched the platform slide away as the journey to Hogwarts began.

Hours passed. The countryside blurred past, green fields giving way to rolling hills and dark forests. The sky deepened, and the train slowed as it approached its destination.

Hogwarts appeared on the horizon—a silhouette of towers and turrets against the fading light, its windows glowing with warm, welcoming light. The train pulled into the station, steam hissing as it came to a stop.

Students poured out of the carriages, their voices rising in excitement.

In the corridor, Yunjin and Sakura hurried past, their bags bumping against their legs.

Yunjin called over her shoulder. "Chaewon said they're already heading to the carriages—we're going to miss the first ride!"

Sakura laughed, her voice breathless. "Then stop talking and start running!"

They nearly collided with {{user}}, stumbling to a halt.

Yunjin blinked, offering an apologetic grin. "Sorry—didn't see you there! Have a good first night!"

Sakura nodded quickly, already pulling Yunjin forward. "We'll see you at the feast!"

They disappeared into the crowd, leaving {{user}} alone.

Outside, students gathered on the platform, their voices a cacophony of excitement. NMIXX members stood nearby, their eyes wide as they took in the castle.

Sullyoon pointed. "It's even more beautiful than I remembered!"

Haewon smiled. "It never gets old."

Kyujin grabbed Jiwoo's arm. "Come on—let's find a carriage before they're all taken!"

Nearby, aespa members walked in a loose cluster. Karina tugged at her uniform, her expression annoyed.

"Who decided these robes should be this uncomfortable?"

Ryujin appeared beside her, her tone light but sharp. "Maybe if you wore them properly, they wouldn't feel so tight. Tuck your shirt in, Karina."

Karina shot her a glare. "I'm not a first-year. I know how to wear a uniform."

"Then act like it."

The two exchanged a look—half annoyance, half amusement—before continuing toward the carriages.

Professor McGonagall stood near the entrance, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd. She noticed {{user}} standing alone, separated from the groups of chattering students.

She approached, her voice crisp but not unkind.

"You seem to be alone, compared to the others. Are you a new student, or a returning one?"

She waited, her gaze steady and assessing.

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was a sea of candlelight and murmured anticipation, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the starry night sky above. Four long tables stretched across the hall, lined with students in their house colors—crimson and gold, blue and bronze, yellow and black, green and silver. At the front, the Sorting Hat sat on a worn wooden stool, waiting.

The first years filed in, their faces a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and barely contained wonder. Among the crowd of new students, familiar faces from the tables watched with varying degrees of interest.

At the Hufflepuff table, TWICE members gathered in a loose cluster, their voices carrying over the general hum.

Nayeon leaned forward, her eyes scanning the first years. "Look at that one in the back. The one who looks like they're about to faint. Definitely a Hufflepuff."

Momo followed her gaze, her voice flat. "You can't tell that just by looking."

"Watch me. I've got a gift."

Jeongyeon snorted. "Your gift is being wrong most of the time."

Mina watched the first years with quiet amusement, her voice soft. "I think they're all adorable. So nervous."

Chaeyoung, seated nearby, mumbled. "I remember being that nervous. And then I got Hufflepuff and realized I was worried for nothing."

Tzuyu offered a small, soft smile. "You were cute when you were nervous."

Chaeyoung's ears turned pink, but she said nothing.

At the Gryffindor table, Le Sserafim members huddled together, their voices a playful mix of speculation and casual chatter.

Chaewon pointed toward the group of first years. "The one with the messy hair and the determined look—Gryffindor. Calling it now."

Eunchae tilted her head. "They look like they're about to start a fight with the hat."

Yunjin smirked. "I'm watching the one standing in the corner. They look like they already know exactly where they're going."

Kazuha, ever dry, said. "Or they're trying to figure out the quickest way to the exit."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "What a welcome to Hogwarts."

At the Ravenclaw table, Nmixx members whispered among themselves.

Sullyoon observed the first years with calm interest. "That one in the front—they keep looking at the ceiling. They're trying to figure out how it works."

Bae grinned. "Or they're just really impressed by the candles."

Haewon tilted her head. "The one who's standing very still and watching everyone—Ravenclaw."

Kyujin blinked, her voice soft. "Or Slytherin. They look like they're storing information."

Jiwoo, ever cheeky, added. "Or Hufflepuff. They could just be very relaxed."

Haewon turned to Kyujin, smirking. "You're just saying that because you want another Hufflepuff to share snacks with."

Kyujin's face remained neutral, but a flicker of amusement crossed her features.

At the Slytherin table, BLACKPINK, IVE, and aespa members lounged with practiced disinterest.

Jennie observed the first years with a bored expression. "The one in the middle—the one who looks like they own the room already. Slytherin."

Jisoo tilted her head. "They do have that look."

Lisa smirked. "They're probably wondering why they have to sit through a hat sorting. I respect that."

Wonyoung flicked her hair, her voice sweet but sharp. "The one at the back—they're trying to blend in. Too late. I already see them."

Rei blinked, her voice genuinely curious. "You can see someone who's trying to blend in?"

"I can see everyone who tries to be invisible. That's the easiest thing to notice."

Yujin nodded slowly. "It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for."

Winter said nothing, her gaze fixed on the first years. Giselle leaned toward her. "See any future Slytherins?"

Winter paused, her voice deadpan. "That one," she said, pointing subtly. "They look like they've already planned three ways to win the House Cup and also how to hide a body."

Giselle snorted. "Okay, that one I agree with."

Karina, seated nearby, said idly. "I heard Potter did the same thing when he was sorted. Walked in like he owned the place."

Ningning looked confused. "Potter? The one from the photo in the trophy room?"

Karina nodded slowly. "Yeah, him."

The sorting began.

Names were called, and students approached the stool one by one. The hall erupted in cheers as each new member joined their house—a Gryffindor here, a Hufflepuff there, a Ravenclaw, a Slytherin. The process unfolded with the familiar rhythm of tradition.

Finally, the list of names grew shorter. The hall's attention turned to the remaining students. The hat called another name—and then, at last, it was {{user}}'s turn.

They stepped forward, the great hall falling silent around them. The stool felt worn beneath them, the hat settling gently on their head. The seams around them were watching—students, professors, and fellow idols alike—their breath held.

The hat's voice echoed inside their mind.

"Ah... you're not an easy one, are you? Full of complexity, of layered thoughts and hidden depths. Where would you best belong, I wonder?"

The hall waited, the silence stretching like a held breath.

"Tell me, {{user}}... what do you think?"

The corridors of Hogwarts were bathed in the dim glow of flickering torches, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The castle had grown quiet, the usual bustle of students replaced by the soft echo of footsteps and the occasional creak of ancient floorboards. Curfew was approaching, and the prefects were out in full force, ensuring the halls were empty.

Ryujin walked with purpose, her Ravenclaw prefect badge gleaming in the torchlight. Her steps were light but deliberate, her eyes scanning every alcove, every shadow, every corner where a student might be hiding. She'd been doing this for years, and she'd gotten good at it.

She rounded a corner and found exactly what she was looking for.

Ningning and Giselle were huddled near a suit of armor, their voices low, their laughter barely suppressed. Ryujin crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Curfew's in ten minutes. You two should be in your common room by now."

Ningning looked up, her expression shifting from guilty to innocent in a matter of seconds.

"We were just—"

"Just heading back," Giselle cut in, grabbing Ningning's arm. "Right now. We're leaving."

Ryujin's smirk was sharp. "Good. Because I'd hate to have to take points from Slytherin."

Ningning shot her a mock salute, already backing away. "Wouldn't dream of it, Prefect. Enjoy your patrol."

The two Slytherins disappeared down the corridor, their footsteps fading into the distance. Ryujin watched them go, shaking her head with a small, amused huff.

She continued her patrol.

She found them near the entrance to the dungeons—a small cluster of prefects gathered around something on the floor. Jennie of Slytherin stood with her arms crossed, her expression one of bored indifference. Jihyo of Hufflepuff was kneeling, her hand hovering over the unconscious figure. Chaewon of Gryffindor was crouched beside her, her brow furrowed with concern.

And on the floor, lying still, was {{user}}.

Ryujin approached, her steps quickening.

"What happened?"

Jennie shrugged, her voice flat. "Found them like this. Unconscious. No idea why."

Jihyo looked up, her voice warm but steady. "They're breathing. No visible injuries. I checked."

Chaewon tilted her head, her tone light but thoughtful. "Maybe they hit their head? Or—" She paused. "—maybe they were cursed? Could be anything, really."

Jennie let out a bored sigh. "We could stand here speculating all night, or we could just wake them up and ask."

Ryujin knelt beside Jihyo, her gaze sharp as she inspected {{user}}. "They're not bleeding. No signs of a struggle. Maybe they just collapsed from exhaustion."

Jihyo nodded. "That's possible. It's been a long term."

Chaewon smiled softly. "Or maybe they just needed a nap. I've been known to fall asleep in strange places."

Jennie rolled her eyes. "Helpful."

Ryujin was about to respond when she noticed movement—a faint twitch of {{user}}'s fingers, a soft stir.

"They're waking up."

{{user}}'s eyes fluttered open, their gaze unfocused at first, then slowly sharpening as they took in the four faces hovering above them.

Jennie leaned down, her voice cool and dismissive. "Finally. Sleeping beauty wakes up. Try not to pass out again, yeah? I don't have time to babysit."

Jihyo's expression softened, her voice gentle. "Take your time. There's no rush. Are you feeling dizzy? Nauseous?"

Ryujin's tone was brisk, practical. "You're in the middle of the corridor. Near the dungeons. Any idea how you got here?"

Chaewon knelt down to {{user}}'s eye level, her smile bright and reassuring. Her voice was warm, playful, cutting through the tension like sunlight.

"Hey there. You look like you've had a rough night." She tilted her head, her eyes kind. "What's your name? And more importantly—what house are you in?"

The Slytherin common room was bathed in the cool, green glow of the Black Lake, its waters rippling against the enchanted windows and casting shifting patterns of light across the stone walls. Dark leather sofas and ornate armchairs were arranged around a grand fireplace, where emerald flames crackled softly. The air was cool and quiet, carrying the murmur of conversations and the occasional rustle of parchment.

{{user}} stood at the entrance, taking in the space. The common room was alive with activity—students lounging on sofas, studying at dark wooden tables, and gathered in small clusters near the windows. Among them, familiar faces from the idol world moved with the ease of those who had long since claimed their territory in the house of the ambitious.

In the far corner, Draco Malfoy lounged in a high-backed chair with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him like oversized shadows. Pansy Parkinson perched on the arm of his chair, her voice carrying a familiar, sharp edge.

Draco's voice was low and drawling. "I heard Potter's been sulking again. Something about a detention with Hagrid. Honestly, the man's obsessed with that oaf."

Pansy sniffed. "He's probably trying to get attention. As usual."

Crabbe grunted in agreement, while Goyle nodded slowly, his eyes half-lidded with disinterest.

Draco's gaze drifted across the room, landing briefly on {{user}} before flicking away dismissively. "Fresh blood," he murmured, his tone unimpressed. "Let's see how long they last."

Near the fireplace, KATSEYE members occupied a cluster of armchairs, their voices carrying over the crackling flames. Sophia was perched on the arm of a chair, her legs crossed, her tone warm but carrying an edge of competitiveness.

"Three duels this week. I've already won two, but I'm eyeing the third. Anyone want to take bets?"

Lara leaned back, her sharp eyes glinting. "I'd take you up on that, but I have a feeling you'd just use that new hex you've been perfecting. The one you refuse to tell anyone about."

Sophia's smile was innocent, but her eyes betrayed her. "A lady never reveals her secrets."

Megan, seated nearby, spoke with calm precision. "It's not about winning every duel. It's about knowing when to reveal your hand."

Daniela laughed, her voice bright and energetic. "That's easy for you to say. You've already got everyone terrified of your 'calm controlled' thing."

Manon, quiet as ever, observed the conversation with a faint, mysterious smile. "I think she's smarter than all of us combined. She just doesn't brag about it."

Yoonchae, seated beside Manon, nodded slowly. "She's like a chess player. Always three moves ahead."

Across the room, IVE members were gathered near the windows, the green light of the lake casting an otherworldly glow across their faces. An Yujin leaned against the windowsill, her arms crossed, her expression open but watchful.

Kim Gaeul sat on a cushioned bench nearby, her voice calm and steady. "I heard Malfoy's been trying to recruit first-years again. You'd think he'd have learned by now."

Wonyoung, perched gracefully beside her, offered a sweet, cutting response. "Some people never learn. It's almost endearing. Almost."

Rei tilted her head, her quirky unpredictability on full display. "To be fair, he's consistent. That has to count for something."

Liz, seated at a small table with a book open in front of her, glanced up with a dry, thoughtful expression. "He's consistent in his failures. I respect the commitment to the bit."

Leeseo, ever observant, blinked slowly. "I think he just likes the attention. Even if it's bad."

Yujin's expression remained calm, but her voice carried weight. "Attention's a currency in this house. He just doesn't know how to spend it wisely."

By one of the large, darkwood tables, aespa members were sprawled across chairs and cushions. Their energy was easy and unbothered, the comfortable rhythm of a group who knew each other well. Karina sat with her legs crossed, her voice warm and maternal but with a hint of playfulness as she gestured toward a nearby bookshelf.

"Pansy's been trying to organize the library corner again. She's been at it for three hours, and she's still not done."

Giselle, stretched out on an armchair, let out a dismissive hum. "The woman's persistent. I'll give her that. Persistent and loud."

Winter, seated calmly on the arm of a sofa, added with deadpan precision. "She keeps the room interesting. It's hard to be bored when someone's rearranging books in a huff right next to you."

Ningning giggled from her spot on the floor, her voice teasing. "I bet she's looking for attention. Or to make sure we know she's more organized than us."

Karina's response was a dry murmur. "She's definitely got that going for her."

Beside them, Rosé, who had been curled up in an armchair, chimed in with a soft, melodic voice. "I just hope she doesn't start on my section again." She murmured, eyeing the books with faint amusement. "The last time she tried to 'help' me, I couldn't find my Potions book for a week."

Lisa flashed a confident, unbothered smirk. "Then we just hide her quills. See how organized she feels after that."

Jisoo let out a quiet laugh, her gaze drifting across the room.

As {{user}} stood unnoticed at the entrance, deciding where to go

The Ravenclaw common room was bathed in the soft, blue glow of the night sky, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the stars above. Tall arched windows lined the circular walls, their glass panes revealing the sprawling Hogwarts grounds below, while the sound of gentle wind carried through the space. Bookshelves towered against the curved walls, filled with ancient texts and scrolls, and comfortable chairs and sofas were arranged in scattered clusters around the room, all facing a massive bronze statue of Rowena Ravenclaw in the center. The air smelled of parchment, old leather, and the faint hint of something intellectual.

{{user}} stood at the entrance, taking in the space. The common room was alive with quiet activity—students huddled over books, engaged in whispered debates, or lounging with their heads resting on the spines of thick tomes. Among them, familiar faces from the idol world moved with the ease of those who had long since claimed their territory in the house of the wise.

Near the fireplace, ITZY members occupied a cluster of armchairs, their voices carrying over the crackling flames. Yeji was seated with her legs crossed, her sharp eyes fixed on the chessboard in front of her as Lia made a move.

Ryujin leaned back, her arms crossed, a teasing smirk on her face. "Yeji, you're overthinking it. Just move the knight."

Yeji's response was sharp, focused. "And let you take my queen? I don't think so."

Lia tilted her head, her voice warm. "She's not wrong, you know. You're leaving your rook exposed."

Chaeryeong, seated beside Lia, watched with calm, observant eyes. "She's bluffing, I think."

Yuna bounced in her seat, her voice bright and energetic. "I'm definitely losing. I feel like I'm losing already."

Ryujin's smirk widened. "That's because you've been losing since you moved your pawn."

Yuna shot her a mock glare. "I'm playing strategically. It's a long game."

The group dissolved into laughter as the game continued.

By one of the large wooden tables near the staircase, NMIXX members were sprawled across chairs and cushions, their energy a mix of chaos and comfort. Haewon sat at the head of the table, her analytical gaze fixed on the parchment in front of her, as Lily hovered over her, pointing at something on the page.

Lily's voice was warm, encouraging. "Just think of it like a puzzle, Haewon. You're good at puzzles."

Haewon's tone was flat. "I'm good at puzzles when they're clear. This isn't clear."

Sullyoon, seated across from them, tilted her head, her voice dreamy. "Maybe you're overthinking it. Try simplifying it."

Jiwoo, sprawled on a nearby cushion, chimed in breathlessly. "Or just wing it. That's what I do. It works about half the time."

Kyujin laughed, her tone confident and teasing. "Half the time is not a strategy."

Jiwoo shrugged. "It's enough for me."

Sullyoon's soft voice cut through the laughter. "Don't worry, Haewon. You'll get it eventually."

Haewon sighed, rubbing her temples. "I know. It's just... frustrating."

Nearby, Luna Lovegood and Cho Chang were engaged in a debate about the properties of a particularly obscure magical creature.

Luna's voice was dreamy, matter-of-fact. "I'm telling you, the Crumple-Horned Snorkack is real. I've seen the tracks."

Cho's tone was patient but skeptical. "Luna, you've been saying that for years. No one has found any evidence."

Luna's voice remained serene. "That's because the evidence is hidden. But I'll find it."

Cho responded with a flat, dismissive tone. "I admire your optimism, but maybe you should focus on creatures that actually exist."

Luna's response was a quiet hum. "You'll see. One day."

The debate continued, their voices a familiar backdrop to the common room's hum.

As {{user}} stood unnoticed at the entrance, deciding where to go

The Hufflepuff common room was warm and inviting, bathed in the soft golden glow of the late afternoon sun that streamed through the round windows. The space was filled with an abundance of plants—trailing vines, potted ferns, and bursts of yellow and orange flowers that seemed to thrive in the earthy, cozy atmosphere. Plush sofas and armchairs were arranged in comfortable clusters around the room, their cushions worn and welcoming. The air carried the faint scent of fresh earth and the distant, comforting hum of the kitchens below.

{{user}} stood at the entrance, taking in the space. The common room was alive with activity—students curled up with books, chatting in small groups, or simply lounging in the warm, sunlit patches on the floor. Among them, familiar faces from the idol world moved with the ease of those who had long since claimed their territory in the house of the loyal and kind.

Near the large, curved fireplace, several TWICE members occupied a cluster of mismatched armchairs, their voices mingling with the crackling flames. Jihyo sat in the center, her posture relaxed but warm, her voice carrying a steady authority as she listened to the chatter around her.

Nayeon was mid-anecdote, her voice bright and teasing. "So I told him—I said, 'If you're going to try and hex me, at least have the decency to aim properly.'"

Momo let out a soft, giggling sound. "Did it hit him?"

Nayeon grinned. "It hit his bag. He spent the rest of the day trying to get his books to stop glowing."

Jeongyeon leaned back, her voice warm and unhurried. "I would've paid to see that."

Mina, seated nearby, observed them with her calm, elegant gaze. "He's probably still talking about it."

Jihyo's voice carried a gentle, maternal amusement. "He'll learn."

Across the room, another cluster of TWICE members had gathered near a large, sunny window. Sana sat cross-legged on a cushioned window seat, her bright energy filling the space, while Dahyun perched on a nearby chair, her eyes glinting with her usual eagle-eyed perceptiveness. Chaeyoung was sprawled across a low sofa, her sketchbook open in her lap, while Tzuyu sat beside her, her presence quiet and soft.

Sana's voice was bright, her eyes sparkling. "I'm telling you, the best way to win someone over is to just be nice to them. It's so simple, but everyone forgets."

Dahyun tilted her head, a knowing smile on her face. "That's easy for you to say. You're nice to everyone naturally."

Sana laughed, her voice musical. "That's the point! You just have to be genuine about it."

Chaeyoung looked up from her sketchbook, her tone low but thoughtful. "Sometimes being nice is harder than it looks."

Tzuyu spoke softly, her dry humor slipping through. "That's because some people make it look easy."

Sana beamed at her. "It takes practice."

Across the room, ILLIT members were gathered near the large, sunny windows that overlooked the Hogwarts grounds. The light cast soft, warm patterns across their faces, their voices carrying in a gentle, flowing rhythm. Yunah sat with her legs crossed, her posture straight, her gaze moving from one member to the next as she listened.

Moka's voice was bright and bubbly. "I just think people should be nicer to each other. It's not that complicated."

Minju tilted her head, her voice gentle but knowing. "You say that like it's easy."

Moka shrugged, her optimism undimmed. "It's easier than fighting. That's for sure."

Wonhee, seated beside them, looked down at her hands, her voice shy but thoughtful. "It's just... sometimes people don't even know they're being unkind."

Iroha blinked slowly, her quiet voice cutting in. "That's why we have to be the ones who show them."

Yunah nodded, her tone firm and steady. "Exactly. We lead by example." She glanced at the others, her voice carrying a note of approval. "That's what we've always done. That's what makes us us."

Near the entrance, Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan were engaged in a discussion about the upcoming Herbology project.

Susan's voice carried a note of concern. "I'm just worried about the Venomous Tentacula. It's been looking a little wilted."

Ernie's response was earnest. "I think we need to adjust the watering schedule. It might be getting too much light."

Susan nodded slowly. "You're probably right. I'll talk to Professor Sprout about it tomorrow."

Ernie added, his tone thoughtful. "We could also try a different fertilizer. Something with a higher nitrogen content."

The conversation continued, their voices warm and familiar against the comfortable background hum of the common room.

As {{user}} stood unnoticed at the entrance, deciding where to go

The Gryffindor common room was warm and inviting, the glow of a crackling fire casting dancing shadows across the crimson and gold tapestries that adorned the circular walls. Plush armchairs and worn sofas were arranged in cozy clusters, and the room hummed with the comfortable murmur of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. The large windows overlooked the Hogwarts grounds, the night sky dotted with stars.

{{user}} stood at the entrance, taking in the space. The common room was alive with activity—students sprawled across sofas, playing wizard's chess by the fire, huddled over homework at wooden tables, or gathered in small groups near the windows. Among them, familiar faces from the idol world moved with the ease of those who had long since claimed their territory in the house of the brave.

Near the fireplace, LE SSERAFIM members occupied a cluster of armchairs, their voices carrying over the crackling flames. Chaewon sat with her legs crossed, her sharp eyes fixed on the book in her lap, her expression focused and unreadable.

Sakura leaned back in her chair, her platinum blonde bob catching the firelight, a playful smirk on her face. "You've been staring at that same page for ten minutes."

Chaewon's response was flat. "I'm reading."

"You're not reading. You're thinking."

Yunjin, sprawled across a nearby sofa, chimed in with theatrical enthusiasm. "Maybe she's thinking about how to tell us she actually wants to join the Dueling Club."

Kazuha, seated beside Yunjin, offered a soft, thoughtful voice. "I think she'd be good at it. She's quick."

Eunchae bounced in her seat, her voice bright and energetic. "I'll join with you! We can be duel partners!"

Chaewon finally looked up, her tone dry. "I'm fine. I'm just reading."

Sakura's smirk widened. "Sure you are."

Across the room, NewJeans members were gathered near the windows, the moonlight casting a soft glow across their faces. Minji sat on a cushioned bench, her posture relaxed but alert, her voice carrying a calm, steady authority.

Danielle was mid-story, her voice bright and sincere. "And then I told him that if he was going to hex me, he'd have to catch me first, but I'd already climbed the stairs."

Hanni laughed. "You can't just hex someone while they're climbing stairs. That's against the rules."

Danielle grinned. "That's why I did it. He was so confused."

Hanni smirked. "I hope he is. That's what he gets for stealing my Charms notes."

Hanni's voice was warm, but her eyes held a glint. "I didn't lose them. He 'lost' them for me. I just 'found' them again in his bag. And then I let him know I'd found them."

Minji's calm voice carried a hint of approval. "That's the smartest thing you've done all year."

Hanni's grin widened. "I know. I'm proud of myself."

Nearby, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were engaged in a heated debate about Quidditch.

Ron's voice carried, argumentative and familiar. "I'm telling you, the Cannons are going to win this season. They've got the best Chaser in the league."

Harry's tone was light but teasing. "The Cannons haven't won anything in years. You're delusional."

Ron shot back, his voice indignant. "You just don't appreciate real talent."

Harry responded with a flat, dismissive tone. "I appreciate talent when it actually exists, Ron. The Cannons don't have it."

The debate continued, their voices a familiar backdrop to the common room's hum.

As {{user}} stood unnoticed at the entrance, deciding where to go

The Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts was a magnificent sight, a sprawling oval of emerald grass surrounded by towering stands that rose high into the sky, packed with students from every house. The three golden goalposts stood at either end of the pitch, gleaming in the sunlight, while the players zoomed through the air on their broomsticks, their robes billowing behind them.

Quidditch was a fast-paced, brutal game played on broomsticks, with seven players on each team. The Chasers—three per team—were responsible for scoring goals by throwing the Quaffle, a red leather ball, through one of the opponent's three hoops. Each goal was worth ten points. The Keeper defended the hoops, blocking the Chasers' attempts to score. The Beaters—two per team—used bats to fend off the Bludgers, two heavy black balls that flew around the pitch, trying to knock players off their brooms. And finally, the Seeker was the most important player on the team, tasked with catching the Golden Snitch—a tiny, winged ball with a mind of its own. Catching the Snitch was worth a whopping 150 points and almost always ended the game.

It was Quidditch season at Hogwarts, and the excitement was palpable. Students streamed into the stadium, their house colors on full display, their voices rising in anticipation. The players from each house were gathered near the entrance to the pitch, warming up, checking their broomsticks, and hyping each other up for the match ahead.

{{user}} entered the stadium, weaving through the crowds of students, their eyes scanning the field. The air was electric with energy, the stands packed with students waving banners and chanting. Near the entrance, groups of players from each house stood in their respective corners, their voices carrying over the noise.

The Gryffindor team was gathered in a tight cluster, their red and gold robes bright against the green of the pitch. Chaewon stood at the center, her broomstick in hand, her voice sharp and focused as she addressed her teammates.

"Alright, listen up. We've got a good team this year. Keep your heads in the game, and don't let the Slytherins get into your heads." She pointed at Stella. "Stella, you're with me on Beaters. Keep those Bludgers away from Sakura."

Sakura, her platinum blonde hair catching the light, gave a calm nod. "I'll find the Snitch. Just keep the pressure on them."

Harry Potter, standing nearby as one of the Chasers, spoke up. "I've been practicing that Wronski Feint. If I see the Snitch, I'll signal you."

Ron Weasley, the Keeper, looked a bit nervous. "Just don't let them score too many goals. I'll do my best."

Minji, one of the Beaters, raised her bat. "I'll keep the Bludgers off you. Don't worry."

Chaewon's gaze softened, her voice steady. "You'll do fine, Ron. Just trust yourself."

The Ravenclaw team was gathered nearby, their blue and bronze robes immaculate. Yeji stood at the center, her broomstick in hand, her sharp eyes scanning her teammates.

"We've got speed, we've got strategy, and we've got the best Seeker in the school." She nodded at Haewon. "You find that Snitch, and we win."

Haewon, calm and analytical, adjusted her grip on her broom. "I'll find it. Just keep the Chasers moving."

Chaeryeong, standing beside Yeji, spoke softly. "I've been practicing that pass we talked about. It'll work."

Cho Chang, the other Chaser, added. "We've got this. Just stay focused."

The Slytherin team was gathered in a tight cluster, their green and silver robes flawless. Karina stood at the center, her broomstick in hand, her voice sharp and commanding.

"We're the best team on this pitch. Don't let them doubt that." She turned to Giselle. "You and Gaeul are on Beaters. Keep them away from me, and I'll catch that Snitch."

Giselle gave a lazy smirk. "I've got your back."

Gaeul nodded, her voice calm and steady. "They won't get near you."

Jisoo, the Keeper, adjusted her gloves, her voice warm but with an edge. "They won't score. I'll make sure of it."

Megan, one of the Chasers, added. "We'll wear them down. They won't keep up."

Draco Malfoy, the other Chaser, spoke up with his usual drawl. "We'll win. It's not even a question."

The Hufflepuff team was gathered in a loose cluster, their black and yellow robes bright against the grass. Momo stood at the center, her broomstick in hand, her soft voice carrying a quiet confidence.

"We've got heart, and we've got each other. That's what matters." She turned to Tzuyu. "You're our best Chaser. Trust your instincts."

Tzuyu gave a soft, polite nod. "I will."

Yunah, one of the Beaters, raised her bat. "I'll keep the Bludgers off you. Don't worry."

Zacharias Smith, the other Chaser, added. "We've got this. Let's show them what Hufflepuff is made of."

Ernie Macmillan, the Keeper, spoke up. "I won't let them score."

Suddenly, {{user}} was approached by Severus Snape. The Potions master's black robes billowed behind him as he stalked toward them, his expression cold and his voice dripping with disdain.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing, standing around like a lost first-year?" He stopped in front of them, his dark eyes narrowing. "Are you a player? Or are you just another spectator who wandered into the wrong place?"

He paused, letting the silence stretch, his tone sharp with condescension.

"Well? I'm waiting."

The castle of Hogwarts was in chaos. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of dark magic, the stone walls trembling with the force of curses and explosions. Students screamed as they fled through the corridors, their footsteps echoing against the ancient stones, their faces pale with fear. The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall had gone dark, and the portraits along the walls were empty, their subjects having fled to safer frames.

Voldemort had launched his assault.

He had come with his army of Death Eaters, their masks gleaming in the flickering light of the torches, their wands raised and ready. They had breached the castle's defenses, their dark magic shattering the protective enchantments that had stood for centuries. The Dark Lord himself was somewhere within the walls, his cold, high voice echoing through the halls as he searched for Harry Potter.

Students and teachers alike scrambled to defend themselves, their spells colliding with the curses of the intruders. The corridors were filled with the clash of magic, the roar of flames, and the desperate cries of those who had been caught in the crossfire.

{{user}} ran through the chaos, their heart pounding, their wand clutched tightly in their hand. They rounded a corner and nearly collided with Hagrid, who was wrestling with a massive, snarling creature—a Hungarian Horntail, its scales gleaming like molten metal, its eyes burning with fury. The dragon had been unleashed by the Death Eaters, a weapon of chaos and destruction.

Hagrid let out a mighty roar, swinging his massive fist and landing a blow on the creature's snout. The dragon staggered back, and Hagrid seized the opportunity, casting a powerful binding spell that wrapped the beast in shimmering chains. The dragon collapsed, its struggles weakening as the magic took hold.

Hagrid turned, his face flushed with exertion, his eyes wide with concern. "Blimey, what're you doin' out here? It's not safe—yeh should be gettin' to safety!"

He paused, his eyes narrowing as he studied {{user}}'s face. Something in their expression caught his attention—a glint of determination, a flicker of resolve.

"Listen ter me," he said, his voice low and urgent. "If yeh want ter get outta here, find a prefect or a teacher. They'll guide yeh ter the exits or the secret passages. There's a passage behind the tapestry on the third floor that leads ter Hogsmeade—use it if yeh have to."

He glanced around, his eyes scanning the chaos. "But if yeh're willin' ter help..." He hesitated, his voice dropping. "If yeh're willin' ter fight, find others who are willin' too. Strength in numbers—that's what we need right now."

He turned back to {{user}}, his gaze intense. "Harry an' his friends—they're out there somewhere. I don' know if they're in the Forest or at the top tower, but they're fightin' Voldemort. If yeh're goin' ter help, go. Check either place. Make sure they've got backup."

Before {{user}} could respond, a loud crash echoed from the corridor behind them. Hagrid spun around, his expression hardening as he spotted another wave of enemies approaching.

"Go!" he shouted, already running toward the intruders. "An' be careful!"

He disappeared around the corner, his voice echoing as he engaged the enemy.

{{user}} stood in the chaos, their breath quickening as they processed Hagrid's words. Around them, students rushed past in a blur of fear and confusion—but not all of them were running away.

A small group of Gryffindors passed by, their expressions fierce and determined. Carmen led them, her wand raised, her voice sharp as she barked orders.

"The Astronomy Tower—that's where they're heading. We need to cut them off before they reach it!"

Minji, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by grim focus, nodded. "I've got the defensive spells ready."

Haerin, quiet as always, moved swiftly beside her. "I'll cover the rear."

Hanni's sharp eyes scanned the corridor. "We don't have time to wait. Let's move."

The group disappeared around the corner, their footsteps echoing against the stone.

A moment later, a cluster of Slytherins emerged from the opposite direction, their faces a mix of fear and excitement. Karina stood at the front, her expression resolute.

"We're not hiding in the dungeons like cowards," she said, her voice loud and clear. "If Voldemort wants a fight, he's going to get one."

Giselle raised an eyebrow, her tone cool. "You're not suggesting we rush in without a plan, are you?"

Karina's jaw tightened. "I'm suggesting we do something. Anything."

Giselle snorted, her voice flat. "That's how people die, Karina."

Winter's quiet, calm voice cut through the tension. "We'll be smarter about it. We'll find the others and group up."

Nearby, a group of Ravenclaws stood frozen in place, their faces pale with fear. Haewon was speaking to them in a low, steady voice, her tone calm and rational.

"The quickest route to the exits is through the passage near the library. We can regroup there and figure out our next move."

Lily nodded, her voice encouraging. "We'll be okay. Just stay together."

Sullyoon, her dreamy eyes wide, whispered. "I've never seen anything like this..."

Kyujin's voice was sharp and steady. "That's why we need to move. Now."

Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed from the courtyard, and a group of Hufflepuffs stumbled into view, their faces smudged with dirt, their robes torn. Jihyo was leading them, her voice warm but firm.

"We need to get to the Great Hall—the teachers are setting up a defensive line there. It'll be safer than wandering the corridors."

Nayeon, her usual playful energy subdued, muttered. "I hope Momo and Tzuyu are okay..."

Mina's soft, steady voice followed. "They'll find us. We just have to focus on staying alive."

As the chaos swirled around them, {{user}} stood at the center of it all, the weight of the decision pressing down on them.

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