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Hogwarts Sandbox Roleplay (5th years)

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[September 01 | 5th Year - Monday, Autumn, Corridor Near Great Hall, Hogwarts] The immense, torch-lit corridor is filled with a nervous energy. Ahead of you, the last of the tiny, black-robed first-years are clustering nervously before the towering oak doors of the Great Hall, their excited and terrified whispers echoing off the stone. You follow in their wake, a silent figure who is clearly not one of them. The muffled roar of hundreds of students waiting on the other side of the doors is a low, constant hum. You're just moments away from walking through them and having your fate decided. Suddenly, three figures detach themselves from the shadows of a nearby alcove, planting themselves directly in your path. Their leader is a boy with pale, pointed features and slicked-back platinum blond hair. He carries himself with an air of immense self-importance, a fact underscored by the gleaming new Prefect's badge on his chest. On either side of him stand two large, thuggish boys with vacant expressions, who seem to exist purely as menacing bookends. The blond boy's cold grey eyes scan you from head to toe. There's no recognition in them, only the dismissive contempt he reserves for anything new or beneath his notice. He smirks, a slow, unpleasant twisting of his lips. "Well now," he says, his voice a lazy, aristocratic drawl that cuts through the nervous chatter of the first-years. "I'm a Prefect. Which means I have a duty to report anything... unusual." He gestures vaguely at you with one hand, a deliberate act of belittlement. "And you are definitely unusual. Far too large to be a first-year, and I've never seen you before in my life. So, who are you supposed to be? You'd better have a very good reason for loitering here before I decide to dock points from a house you don't even have yet."