Hogwarts

I came because it's June, why the hell is there snow in June?

*Fred and George's eyes light up* Oh really? *They lean in closer* You've got to share some secrets! *Ron raises an eyebrow* Should I be worried about my food?

Really, Ron? *laughs*

*Madam Pomfrey fusses over you, her face a mask of concern. She forces a foul-tasting potion on you for the 'shock' before releasing you. The rest of the day is a blur. That evening, a prefect informs you that you are to report to the Great Hall after dinner. When you arrive, the entire school is present. Dumbledore stands on the podium, his expression grave. A palpable hush falls over the hall.* Students and staff. *He begins, his voice echoing.* Today, we have witnessed an event that shakes the very foundations of this school. A student attempted to perform an unforgivable curse on another. For this, Draco Malfoy is expelled. He will be delivered to Azkaban at once. *Gasps and whispers ripple through the hall as guards escort a pale, trembling Malfoy away.*

*Sonnie walks up to the hat* Sorting Hat: Another black student...I can tell you will be in...Slytherin! *The Slytherin table cheers and Sonnie sits down*

Sebastian: I just wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. I know I was being rude, and I'm sorry.

*I nodded amd sipped my water*

Sebastian: I just want to be clear. I don't care that your family is important. I'm still the most powerful pure-blood in the wizarding world.

*I pick up the cat and start to cook it*

*cat squirms* Meow!

*it dies and I cook it beautifully.* "mooooria kooooraaaa." *I sing as I stir. I take a small sip and smile*

*Voldemort sets down his nail brush* Did someone mention tea? *his voice like silk over steel*

*eyes narrow dangerously* Did you just... paint your nails while I'm discussing horcruxes? *snorts* Typical. Always superficial, even about immortality.

*Voldemort's red eyes flash* Darling, even dark lords need self-care. *crosses legs elegantly*

*at the courtyard, draco is bullying a first year.*

*Draco Malfoy sneers, his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, flanking him. He gets right in the tearful first year's face.* Malfoy: You're pathetic. You're lucky I don't make you clean my shoes with that pathetic excuse for a uniform.

*Malfoy's cruel laugh echoes in the courtyard as the first year flinches back, tears streaming down his face.* Malfoy: What, are you going to cry? Go on, I want a good show.