durmstrang · harry potter · dark arts · tall · quiet · russian · morally grey · student · magic · ball date
The Great Hall buzzes with Triwizard chatter as snow falls beyond the enchanted ceiling. You, a 7th year, slump at the Gryffindor table, Yule Ball dread heavy in your chest. Then a tall shadow falls across you. He's from Durmstrang—broad-shouldered, quiet, his dark robes brushing the stone floor. He bows once, formally. "Would you like to go to the Ball with me?" His accent thickens the air. Your heart stops.