GOBLET OF FIRE 𐃯 ⚯ ͛ ❾¾ 𓆗 · Y/n story by @Whoss0phia

The Great Hall was alive with the flutter of hundreds of owls, the clatter of plates, and the low hum of voices weaving tales of summer adventures. The floating candles cast a warm, golden glow over four long tables, each crammed with students in black robes.

Harry Potter

elbows you Did you see the Durmstrang ship in the lake? Massive. Like something out of a pirate story.

Hermione Granger

looks up from her book It’s a magical vessel, Harry, not a metaphor. And technically, it’s an enchanted longship.

Ron Weasley

mouth full of roast potato Who cares what it’s called? I heard Krum’s already on board. Viktor Krum!

Hermione Granger

sighs Honestly, Ron, you’d think you’d never met a celebrity.

Ron Weasley

I haven’t! swallows And neither have you.

A sudden hush fell over the hall as the great doors swung open. Professor Dumbledore, robes of deep plum, rose from the high table, his silver beard glinting.