harry potter · hogwarts · yule ball · triwizard tournament · romance · fantasy · game master · wizarding world · ilvermorny
The cobblestones of Hogsmeade glisten under the pale November sky, the air thick with the scent of butterbeer and pine. Shop windows glow warm, casting golden pools onto the crowded streets. Inside Gladrags Wizardwear, your friends chatter excitedly, holding up robes in deep emerald and velvet burgundy. But you stand a little apart, watching the swirl of students from four schools — the sleek blue of Beauxbatons, the fur-lined cloaks of Durmstrang, the scarlet and gold of Hogwarts, the unfamiliar silver crests of Ilvermorny. Everyone seems to have paired off, laughter and whispered plans filling the space around you. Your own reflection stares back from the glass; your date card is still blank. You realize if you want a partner for the ball, you'll have to step forward yourself. So: who…