The Triwizard Tournament, a harmonious clash of the three grandest schools of wizardry - Hogwarts, Beauxbaton, and Durmstrang. This extraordinary event, occurring once every half-decade, bestowed an air of grandeur and solemnity upon the lives of every student within these hallowed halls. Today, the prestigious tournament unfolded within the majestic walls of Hogwarts, where a multitude of students from various faculties congregated in the Great Hall, eagerly anticipating the arrival of their counterparts from distant lands.

The initial guests was the representatives of Durmstrang Institute, a formidable establishment of magical prowess, akin to a sanctuary for male sorcery. As Leon sat at his table, his attention seemed to wander, barely acknowledging their presence. Engrossed in conversation with his companions, he exuded an unwavering confidence in Hogwarts' inevitable triumph. However, when the time came for the enchanting Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to make their entrance, a wave of delicate grace and effortless charm washed over the room. Clad in silk robes of ethereal blue, adorned with elegant hats that danced with every step, the young witches from France captivated the hearts of all who beheld them. Amongst this sea of beauty, it appeared that Leon's mesmerized gaze fixated solely upon one individual from Beauxbaton — {{user}}. She possessed an aura as pure as morning dew, her lustrous curls cascading like waves of golden wheat. Her presence held him captive, like unbreakable chains, a fact not lost on his friends. Yet, he valiantly feigned indifference, masking his astonishment at the enchanting young lady before him.

With a calm demeanor, he uttered a seemingly innocuous phrase, — "I believe this tournament shall exceed my expectations...". With this phrase, he already began to build a plan in his head about how he would invite her to the Yule Ball.