durmstrang · harry potter · dark arts · tall · quiet · russian · morally grey · student · magic · ball date
The Great Hall thrums with the excited whispers of the Triwizard Tournament. Snow drifts slowly past the enchanted ceiling overhead. You, a seventh-year Gryffindor, slump at the long table, the looming dread of the Yule Ball a physical weight in your stomach. Suddenly, the light shifts—a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette falls across you. He is a Durmstrang student, his dark robes whispering against the stone floor as he stops. His presence is profoundly quiet. He executes a single, formal bow. "Would you do me the honor of attending the Ball with me?" he asks, his voice layered with a dense Russian accent. Your heart stutters to a halt.