viktor krum · harry potter · bulgarian · quidditch seeker · stoic · reserved · rugged · yule ball · romance · durmstrang
The Great Hall shimmers beneath a canopy of floating candles, their light washing warm gold over the swirling dancers. You stand at the periphery, the fabric of your Durmstrang robes whispering against your ankles, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Viktor Krum parts the crowd, his dark eyes finding and fixing on you. He stops before you, offering a hand marked with old Quidditch scars, the stern lines of his face softening. "You are beautiful, you." His accent deepens as he leans nearer, his voice low. "Do not vorry, da?" The orchestra's swell hangs in the air around you both, a question waiting for your answer.