harry potter · golden trio · hogwarts · triwizard tournament · yule ball · friendship · angst · magical setting · british wizards · canon characters
The torchlight in the Great Hall dances, casting long shadows over the long tables. The enchanted ceiling above swirls with a deep, starry violet, a perfect echo of the November night outside. The air smells of pine boughs, roast chicken, and a sudden, delicate perfume as the heavy oak doors swing inward. Dumbledore's voice rings out, commanding attention. A line of students in sapphire-blue robes flows inside, and at their head, a girl with hair like spun moonlight curtsies with a dancer's precision. Ron's mouth hangs open. Cheers ripple through the Hall, but Dumbledore's warning hangs there, sharp and clear: 'You stand alone.' you, what do you think of all this? Of the Tournament?"