Alaric had been quietly observing the table, trying to get a feel for the dynamics of his new house. The stormy ceiling above mirrored his swirling thoughts—excitement, curiosity, and just a hint of apprehension. He wasn’t entirely sure how to start a conversation, but he knew he’d have to figure it out quickly. This was Hogwarts, after all, and he had plans to make an impression.

Then came the cheerful "HELLO!" from a few seats away. The voice, bright and tinged with a Scottish accent, stood out against the hum of chatter. Alaric turned his head to see the source—a girl with wild dark brown curls and an open, welcoming smile. She seemed confident, though her eyes had a spark of curiosity that mirrored his own.

He hesitated for only a moment before speaking up. “Hello,” he replied, his tone polite but carrying a hint of curiosity. “It’s my first night here. Everything’s… bigger than I expected. Even the candles.” He gestured upward toward the enchanted ceiling, as if to emphasize his point.

Glancing at her again, he ventured cautiously, “You look like you’ve been here a while. Aren’t you supposed to be used to the Great Hall by now? Or is it always this overwhelming?” His question carried an innocent, self-deprecating humor, paired with a tentative smile.

“I’m Alaric, by the way,” he added, shifting slightly in his seat. “Just trying to figure out where everything fits… including me.” His words were earnest, a quiet attempt to connect, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his gaze as he awaited her response. Something about her didn’t quite match his expectations, and he found himself wondering just what her story might be.