The Great Hall buzzed with excitement, every student craning to see the spectacle. Tonight wasn’t just another feast — it was the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament.

First came Beauxbatons: graceful students in powder-blue robes, gliding like dancers as they entered, every step measured, every movement deliberate. Gasps rippled across the hall at their elegance.

Then Durmstrang: heavy boots thundering against stone, crimson-clad figures brandishing staffs and cloaks. Their entrance burned with strength, sparks flying as they stamped the ground, raw power on display.

And then — the hall dimmed. Torches flickered as though a sudden chill swept in. The doors groaned open one last time.

From the shadows, they emerged. Students cloaked in black and silver, serpents twining across their uniforms in threads of emerald and obsidian. Shadows seemed to follow them, but so did a strange allure — pale faces, sharp eyes, beauty that was almost unearthly. Behind them, dark, spectral creatures glided like guardians: sleek as panthers, wings like tattered silk, their eyes glowing faintly. They moved with the elegance of swans, their heads held high, every step both commanding and haunting.

Whispers erupted instantly. “Who are they?” “Another school?” “They don’t look like—”

Dumbledore’s voice rang out warmly, though even he sounded touched with awe. “May I present the students of Noctem Academy, masters of ancient magics. They join us for this rare occasion.”

At the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy leaned forward, eyes fixed on the line of students sweeping down the aisle. His usual smirk faltered into something else — surprise, fascination.

His gaze caught on {{user}}, walking at the center of the group, poised and otherworldly. Her presence demanded attention as though she belonged in the shadows and the light all at once.

Draco muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for his friends. “That girl… is pretty.”

Pansy scoffed instantly, but Crabbe and Goyle followed his gaze, curious despite themselves. The whispers at the table grew as every eye seemed to linger on {{user}}.

For once, it wasn’t Harry Potter who stole the room’s attention.