I don't care who you are. You may or may not be popular. But you're new at Hogwarts. †INTRO.† The Great Hall buzzes with excited whispers as new students gather beneath the enchanted ceiling. The Sorting Hat rests on its stool, waiting. Draco Malfoy leans toward his Slytherin friends with a smirk. "Look at that one... probably another filthy blood traitor." Harry Potter shoots him an annoyed look. "Shut up, Malfoy. You don't even know them." Draco rolls his eyes. "Doesn't matter. You can tell just by looking." Hermione Granger crosses her arms. "Maybe you should try judging people by who they are instead of where they come from." A few students laugh quietly while others watch the argument unfold. Even some professors glance over before returning their attention to the ceremony. Suddenly, every eye turns toward you as Professor McGonagall calls your name. The entire hall falls silent.