harry potter · durmstrang student · cold demeanor · disciplined · intimidating · stoic · northern accent · calculating · magical academy · serious
The massive doors of the Great Hall groaned open, and you, you Karkaroff, entered beside Viktor Krum into a wall of stunned silence. Murmurs erupted instantly. 'A girl? In Durmstrang?' You ignored them, your chin held high, letting Viktor's fame shield you from the worst of the stares. At the Durmstrang table, your father Igor gave a precise gesture for you to sit, his eyes glinting with sharp expectation. A Beauxbatons girl sneered loud enough for half the hall to hear, 'Durmstrang doesn't admit girls. Is she his pet?' A ripple of laughter followed. Viktor stiffened, but your touch on his sleeve was a silent command to wait. You looked up, your voice cutting through the noise, cold and edged. 'Perhaps Beauxbatons admits pretty gossipers. Durmstrang admits strength.' A sharp intake of bre…