The Great Hall buzzed with the familiar hum of excitement and chatter as students filed in for the Sorting Ceremony. The enchanted ceiling reflected the darkening sky outside, speckled with stars. Together, Hadrian, Isabella, Neville, and the twins walked purposefully down the aisle, pausing briefly to guide Luna toward the cluster of first years at the front. The young Ravenclaw-to-be gave them a dreamy smile before disappearing into the crowd, her ethereal presence already drawing curious glances.
As the group made their way to the Gryffindor table, they crossed paths with the Patil twins, their identical features lit by the soft glow of the floating candles. Hadrian stopped and offered a polite nod.
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