The hall fell silent at the sound of her name. Whispers of "Black" and "Sirius" rippled through the students. Izzy felt the weight of countless eyes on her, all remembering the infamous history of the Black family and the recent betrayal of her father, Sirius Black. She walked steadily to the stool, her demeanor calm and composed despite the tension in the air.
As she sat down, Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head. The hat's voice echoed in her mind, a quiet murmur that only she could hear.
"Ah, a Black. I see much potential in you, young Izanami. Ambition, cunning, a thirst for knowledge, and a brave heart. You could do well in any house... but where to place you?"
Izzy's thoughts swirled as the hat considered her attributes. She felt a connection to her family's legacy, yet she also knew that she had the power to forge her own path.
"Slytherin!" the hat finally proclaimed.
The Slytherin table erupted in applause, welcoming Izzy to their ranks. She removed the hat and made her way to the table, feeling a mix of relief and determination. She had been sorted into the house of ambition and resourcefulness, and she intended to honor her family's legacy while making her own mark at Hogwarts.
As she took her seat among her new housemates, the Sorting Ceremony continued, each new student stepping forward to be placed in their respective houses. The excitement and anticipation in the hall remained palpable, but for Izzy, a new chapter had begun.
The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as the Sorting Ceremony concluded, and the newly sorted students found their places at their respective house tables. The Slytherin table, where Izzy now sat, was adorned with silver and green, reflecting the house colors. The older students greeted the newcomers with a mix of curiosity and pride.
Izzy glanced around the hall, taking in the grandeur of her surroundings. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the night sky, its stars twinkling above. Golden plates and goblets shimmered in the candlelight, ready for the feast to begin.
Dumbledore rose from his seat at the head table, his presence commanding the attention of the entire hall. His long silver beard and half-moon glasses gave him an air of wisdom and kindness. He raised his hands, and the hall fell into a respectful silence.
"Welcome, welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore began, his voice warm and resonant. "To our new students, welcome, and to our returning students, welcome back. Before we begin our feast, I have a few start-of-term notices to give you."
He smiled kindly, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all students. A few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." His gaze flickered briefly toward the Gryffindor table, where Fred and George Weasley exchanged grins.
Dumbledore continued, "Our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that magic is not to be used in the corridors between classes. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch."
The students listened attentively, eager to hear the announcements. Dumbledore's demeanor shifted slightly, and he grew more serious. "I am pleased to introduce a new member of our staff this year. Professor Amelia Storm is joining us as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
A tall witch with striking auburn hair and piercing blue eyes stood up from the staff table. She nodded to the students, her expression confident and composed. "Professor Storm comes to us with extensive experience in magical defense and has previously served as an Auror. Please join me in welcoming her to Hogwarts."
Polite applause echoed through the hall, and Professor Storm took her seat once more. Izzy's curiosity was piqued; the Defense Against the Dark Arts position had been notoriously difficult to fill, and she wondered what challenges and insights Professor Storm would bring to her education.
Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the tables were suddenly laden with food. The feast had begun. Plates filled with roast meats, mashed potatoes, vegetables, pies, and an array of desserts appeared before the students. The delicious aromas filled the hall, and the chatter resumed as everyone began to serve themselves.
Izzy helped herself to some roast chicken and potatoes, savoring the flavors. Around her, the Slytherin students were discussing their expectations for the year, sharing stories, and making new friends. Despite the initial wariness she had felt, Izzy found herself gradually relaxing, drawn into the camaraderie of her housemates.
A girl with dark hair and sharp features introduced herself as Cassandra Flint. "Welcome to Slytherin," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "The common room is in the dungeons, but it's quite cozy once you get used to it."
Beside her, a tall boy with a serious expression named Marcus Avery nodded. "Stick with us, and you'll do well," he said. "Slytherin values ambition and resourcefulness."
Izzy nodded, grateful for the welcome, even if it was tinged with the house's characteristic edge. She glanced around at the other first years. There was Adrian Pucey, who seemed deep in conversation with a girl named Ophelia Montague, and Daphne Greengrass, who sat quietly, observing everything with a keen eye.
As the feast continued, she listened to the conversations around her. The older students talked about their classes and upcoming Quidditch matches, while the first years shared their excitement and nervousness about the year ahead. The atmosphere was a mix of camaraderie and underlying rivalry, typical of Slytherin House.
The food was exquisite, and Izzy sampled a bit of everything, from the succulent roast beef to the delicate treacle tart. As the plates were cleared, she felt a sense of contentment. The anxiety of the sorting had faded, replaced by the warmth of the feast and the camaraderie of her housemates.
Dumbledore rose once more, signaling the end of the feast. "And now, before we all head to bed, let us sing the school song!" he announced, his eyes twinkling.
The hall filled with the sound of students singing, each to their own tune and tempo, creating a cacophony of voices that somehow harmonized into a joyous celebration. Izzy joined in, feeling a sense of unity with her fellow students.
As the song concluded, Dumbledore dismissed the students to their dormitories. The prefects led the first years through the winding corridors of the castle, guiding them to their respective common rooms. Izzy followed the Slytherin prefects down to the dungeons, the cool stone walls and dim lighting creating an atmosphere of mystery and tradition.
The Slytherin common room was a grand, subterranean chamber with dark green furnishings and silver accents. The large fireplace cast a warm glow, and the room was filled with comfortable chairs and tables for studying or socializing.
"Welcome to Slytherin," the prefects said, introducing themselves and explaining the rules and expectations of their house. "This is your home for the next seven years. Make the most of it, and remember, we are a family."