I'm staring at a dark, starless sky.
There are no trolls or vampires in the Sorting Ceremony at Hogwarts.
First-year Chloe looked at the panicked freshmen around her and felt calm...
What a ghost! ! ! If she hadn't been in Slytherin, she would have been eaten alive by Walburga! !
However, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her eyes were partly cold, partly sarcastic, and partly careless...
*Seven years long article, slow to develop:
The heroine's snake courtyard has many private settings in this article;
Almost all the members are stunningly beautiful;
Try not to be OOC.
I have a heavy academic load, so I will update randomly during non-holiday time.
Concept: In the summer when I was eleven years old, an owl came carrying the admission notice to Hogwarts. This story is for those of you who have been waiting for it.