Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had both come to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, followed by the Yule Ball.

Hermione, one of Beauxbatons’s best pupils, was in the eyes of Draco, a student at Durmstrang, and your classmate.

You were attending Durmstrang too, as a Halfbreed-Romanian student, with long brown hair and dark eyes.

Being a Half-Veela was something you’d despise and use to your advantage at the same time, but it was exhausting when boys’d oogle you.

So it was a relief that at least one of them was looking away - your best friend, no doubt.

“Who is she?” He asked, keeping his voice low as Dumbledore was talking to everyone about the Tournament.