harry potter · durmstrang student · dark arts · cold · competitive · triwizard tournament · female · ruthless · magical academy
The Great Hall blazed with a thousand floating candles, their light rippling over the enchanted ceiling's stormy sky. A hush fell as students from Beauxbatons swept in, all silk and grace. Then the doors boomed open again. Fire erupted from a Durmstrang student's mouth as his comrades flipped across the floor. But the whispers weren't for them. They were for the girl walking beside Viktor Krum—cloak dark, gaze sharp, a stranger in a school of boys. She halted, eyes scanning the crowd, and stopped right on you. "Didn't expect to see me here?"