Later, when all the first years were sorted in their houses, all the students were talking to each other. McGonagall dings on a cup.
McGonagall: Your attention, please.
Dumbledore: [rising from his chair] Let the feast... begin. [From the aerial view of the Great Hall, food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter.]
Mia: Wow.

First-year students looked at the scene with astonished looks on their faces, as well as the professors, and those who graduated a long time ago. Faces reflected a mix of awe, nostalgia, and longing, each person captivated by the depth of emotions on display.

Remus, his voice tinged with a touch of melancholy, voiced the sentiment shared by many in that moment. "Oh, how I miss those days," he uttered softly, his eyes locked onto the screen as if trying to grasp at the ephemeral memories floating there.

Sirius, keenly attuned to his friend's emotions, directed his gaze towards Remus, nodding in silent understanding. His own thoughts traveled back to their first year at Hogwarts, conjuring vivid recollections of their adventures and the dear companions who had walked the halls with them. A wistful smile curled on his lips, and in his eyes, a mixture of fondness and yearning.

"Yes, Remus," Sirius responded, his voice carrying a gentle warmth, "we truly do miss those days." His words floated out, as if carried by a soft breeze that whispered with fond remembrance. The weight of the friendships they had formed, the laughter shared, and the innocence of youth enveloped him once more, leaving behind an ache that time could never fully heal.

Their minds danced with images of James and Lily, and the others who had left an indelible mark on their lives. Memories intertwined with laughter, mischief, and a sense of belonging that could never be replicated. The feeling of kinship remained strong, despite the temporal and emotional distance between them.

Draco looks at all the food, raises his eyebrows and digs in. Ron stuffs his face.

Laughter erupted throughout the Great Hall as Ron enthusiastically indulged in his meal, piling food onto his plate with an insatiable hunger. The amused chuckles filled the air. Ron's face flushed crimson as the attention focused on him, his embarrassment mirroring the shade of his hair.

Seamus: I'm half and half. Me dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out. [Neville laughs. Mia is sitting next to Percy. She leans over.]
Mia: Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?
Percy: Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house.
Mia: What's he teach?

"Why many questions, Miss Potter?" Severus Snape asked nonchalantly, but his tone seemed curious.

Mia shrugged. "Just curious."

Severus Snape arched an eyebrow, his eyes fixed on Mia Potter as she openly admitted her curiosity. His usual stoic facade seemed momentarily cracked, revealing a faint glimmer of intrigue. It was a rare sight to witness such vulnerability in the enigmatic professor.

Curiosity danced in Mia's eyes as she shrugged, emphasizing her innate inquisitiveness. Remus, Sirius, Ron, and Hermione chuckled in response, their laughter filled with fond familiarity.

Percy: Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years. [Ron, having just finished a chicken wing, reaches into the bowl for more, and a ghost, called Sir Nicolas, pops out.]
Ron: Ahh!

The sudden appearance of Sir Nicholas, also known as Nearly Headless Nick, elicited a ripple of surprise amongst the students and Professors. His ghostly presence tended to catch people off guard, despite his frequent appearances within the halls of Hogwarts.

Nick: Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor. [Numerous ghosts come pouring from the walls, sailing along.]
Percy: Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?
Nick: Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied. [Begins to leave] Ron: I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick!

With a touch of curiosity and a hint of reprimand, Mia interjected, "I thought he doesn't like that name."

Ron's face momentarily contorted with confusion before realization dawned upon him. "Oh he does not," he admitted a light chuckle escaping his lips.

Nick: I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind.
Hermione: "Nearly" headless? How can you be nearly headless?

"Oh no!"

"Not that question."

Hermione, known for her insatiable curiosity, have posed a question that elicited a collective groan and a chorus of 'No's!" from her fellow Gryffindors.

Confused, the students from the other houses watched the Gryffindors with a combination of curiosity and amusement. They could sense that something unusual was about to happen, as the Gryffindors subtly prepared themselves for the inevitable onslaught of questions.

One brave student from Hufflepuff, intrigued by the Gryffindors' reaction, questioned, "What's wrong with asking a simple question?"

The Gryffindors exchanged looks and laughed, as if they knew an big secret that was about to unfold. Hermione, energized by the attention and eager to satiate her curiosity, confidently declared,

"Just watch."

Nick: Like this. [Grabs head and pulls it to the side. His head is hanging on just by a thread.]

"Ew."

"That is disgusting."

"Now I know why you don't ask that question."

Ron: Ahh!
[Hermione moans in disgust; Mia just simply rolls her eyes. Nick reattaches his head back to his body.]

Amidst the laughter echoing through the Great Hall, Ron couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by the situation. He turned to Hermione, a slight annoyance evident in his expression. "Why ask?" he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and amusement.

Hermione, realizing the impact her question had caused, looked at Ron sheepishly. "Sorry," she apologized, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile.

Mia, sitting nearby and observing the scene, couldn't help but find the situation amusing. With a smile forming on her face, she glanced at her friends Ron and Hermione.

[Later, Percy is leading the Gryffindors to the staircase tower.] Percy: Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep up. Thank you.
Boy: Ravenclaws, follow me. This way.
Percy: This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases. They like to change. [The camera pans up and we see a vast amount of staircases, people walking on them, and some switching places.]

"Wow!"

"Indeed."

Percy: Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on.
The Fat Lady: Password?
Percy: Caput Draconis. Follow me, everyone. Keep up. Quickly, come on.
Girl: Oh, wow.
Percy: [Inside the common room] Gather around here. Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. The boys' dormitory is upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up.

"It's not everyday that we get to see other common rooms." Blaise voiced his excitement.

"I must admit, Blaise, I have seen both Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms," She admitted, sheepishly.

The mention of Slytherin piqued the interest of Pansy Parkinson, known for her sharp tongue and Slytherin house pride. With a sneer, she questioned Mia's claim. "When did you see Slytherin, Potter?" she retorted, her tone laced with skepticism.

A mischievous smile played on Mia's lips as she glanced at Pansy. She winked at her and shifted her eyes on the screen.

Later at midnight. Mia is sitting by a window in her pj's, with Hedwig. She pets the owl and looks out the window, sighing with content, knowing that she will love it here at Hogwarts.

The room fell into an unexpected silence as all eyes watched Screen-Mia, who sat there in silence, lost in the depths of her thoughts. Her melancholy expression and the weight of sadness that seemed to envelop her was evident to all who observed her. Concern filled the room, as those present know what might lead her to this state of deep contemplation and sorrow. As the stillness settled, a mix of emotions filled the air. There was a collective empathy, as the onlookers recognized the pain that Mia carried within her.