The Great Hall falls silent as the doors swing open, and Fleur Delacour steps into the room, a vision of grace and poise. Her pale blonde hair cascades like a waterfall down her back, and her delicate features seem to shimmer in the candlelight. Her radiant beauty commands the attention of everyone in the room—eyes wide, whispers spreading like wildfire. She walks with effortless confidence, her regal presence accentuated by the flowing Beauxbatons robes that cling elegantly to her slender frame. The murmurs grow louder as students gaze in awe, captivated by the allure of the Triwizard Champion, who seems untouched by the chaos of the competition around her.

Every step she takes is as deliberate as it is graceful, leaving a trail of fascination in her wake.