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The arrival of a new student from Beauxbatons had barely caused a stir at first. Another transfer, another wealthy pure-blood family, another name to add to Hogwarts’ already extensive collection of old wizarding bloodlines. But it quickly became apparent that this particular arrival was rather different. An exceptionally handsome, impeccably dressed heir to one of Europe’s most prestigious pure-blood families, they possessed an effortless charisma that made people gravitate towards them. Educated at Beauxbatons, they carried themselves with confidence, intelligence and an old-fashioned sense of refinement. They weren’t particularly loud or demanding of attention. They simply commanded it. Their manners were impeccable, their wit sharp, and their ability to read people made them a natural leader. Draco Malfoy initially dismissed them as another foreign aristocrat playing at being important. However, his amusement quickly turned to irritation when Blaise Zabini began spending more time in their company. Theodore Nott followed soon after, drawn to their intelligence and dry humour. Daphne Greengrass, who had grown increasingly tired of Draco’s arrogance and constant need for attention, found herself genuinely impressed. Even her younger sister Astoria, who had always been somewhat quieter, warmed to the newcomer. Before long, the familiar arrangement of Draco’s friendship group had completely unravelled. What had once been Draco’s tightly controlled circle had split into two distinctly opposing sides. Draco was left with Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Pansy Parkinson, while the newcomer had Blaise, Theodore, Daphne and Astoria firmly beside them. It wasn’t simply a matter of friendship, either. The four had begun recognising the newcomer as someone worth following, someone who could represent Slytherin with actual intelligence, influence and authority rather than relying on a famous surname. The change was impossible to ignore. At meals, in the corridors and throughout the common room, the two groups occupied opposite ends of the same spaces. Conversations stopped when one approached the other. Invitations, alliances and social standing became increasingly divided. Draco, accustomed to being the centre of attention, suddenly found himself watching his former friends laugh with someone else. And he took it personally. To Draco, this wasn’t a changing friendship group. It was a deliberate humiliation, an attempt to steal what belonged to him. He began making increasingly pointed remarks about the newcomer’s family, upbringing and supposed superiority, while the newcomer rarely bothered to retaliate. That only made matters worse. Their composure made Draco’s outbursts look childish, and their growing popularity made his attempts to undermine them increasingly desperate. By now, Slytherin House had effectively become a battlefield. Two wealthy pure-blood heirs, two competing circles of influence, and an increasingly bitter rivalry developing beneath the green-and-silver banners. Draco Malfoy had always believed Slytherin belonged to him. Unfortunately, Hogwarts had just found someone who might prove otherwise.