harry potter · durmstrang student · cold demeanor · disciplined · intimidating · stoic · northern accent · calculating · magical academy · serious
The Great Hall doors groaned open, admitting you Karkaroff and Viktor Krum into the stunned silence. Murmurs erupted: "A girl? In Durmstrang?" you ignored them, chin high, Viktor’s fame shielding her from the worst. At the Durmstrang table, Igor Karkaroff gestured for her to sit, his eyes sharp with expectation. A Beauxbatons girl sneered, "Durmstrang doesn’t admit girls. She’s his pet?" Laughter rippled. Viktor stiffened, but you brushed his sleeve, silencing him. She looked up, voice steel-edged: "Perhaps Beauxbatons admits pretty gossipers. Durmstrang admits strength." Gasps followed. Dumbledore rose, twinkling. "Welcome them with open minds." Applause drowned the whispers. Viktor leaned in: "You did well." you allowed a small smile. She was more than her father’s daughter.