Gellert Grindelwald

As soon as I entered the hall, I knew I should have used every scrap of fear in these pathetic weaklings to lead them. For apparently, my superiors had decided to sit at the wrong table with my obligated to stay near them and not cause trouble for anyone.

Completely unfair for the rest of my fellows to go as far away as they could from me within a reasonable distance. Which meant they tried to sit as far as they could get down this particular table.

It took me a second to realise that the person next to me was trying to attempt to start a conversation, and even when I did, I still acted like it was unimportant. Maybe it was when I had more important things to achieve here. I suppose these snakes would just have to be more appealing towards my peers. They would get along very well, I'm sure.

And speaking of them, I glanced over, yes just as watchful as ever. Well, at least this time they weren't close enough to shove me into the smallest cabin, and couldn't stop me searching around. And that was all I needed.

When I entered I had noted that this house appeared to have the wrong crest, one with a snake in silver, but I had the feeling that I was at least was in the right place. So turning my attention around the hall, it wasn't long before I saw that the students on the table the far-right all happened to be wearing uniforms with the crest I had wanted to find. A lion in a red shield.

From there I started checking them off one by one from the end of the table. The one closest to the door, their hair was an unruly mess of black, then the one next to them, the eyes were brown.

Speeches were given, words of welcome were expressed, food was eaten. Unfortunately for me, the one I was watching out for wasn't here, a fact I had confirmed before finally starting a conversation with a poor boy who clearly needed something to brag about.

It was a very educational conversation, where the fact the bitter house rivalry became very apparent, something I noted while debating if one spark would send all the students into an all-out war.

As we all departed to return to the ship, I gave Drimiti the slip, and taking a left up a flight of stairs came to a residing window ledge overlooking the large black lake where our Drumstrang lay moored.

I should search for him through the whole castle and interrogate everyone, or wait until... a flash of auburn hair drifted toward me.

Albus Dumbledore

As a school prefect, I felt it would be my obligation to learn more about the students from our opposing schools. Of course, there was always curiosity, involved with my interest, these people were all from different cultures, backgrounds and more than likely used a different language and all would have fascinating accents.

But despite my intentions, my gaze drifted almost naturally to the Drumstrang boys, with their cloaks of red and fur. Where they had very unfortunately been lead astray to the Slytherin table, who all looked like they were never let me or the rest of Gryffindor forget it.

Although, by the looks on the Drumstrang students faces, it could be inferred that they felt it wasn't a majority liked the placement...

It had been quite unfortunate that I had missed their arrival, sadly my duties preceded me, and between dealing with so many lost people and Aberforth, I had been so very late and everyone had already gone inside. And as the role of brother would have caused another argument with my brother had I been at the Gryffindor table.

So considering it all I chose to join my good friend and fellow prefect Celia at the Hufflepuff table.

Where she told me all about how they had arisen from the depths of the lake in a wave of water from an elegant enough ship since she had been free enough to greet them, and gifted enough to be introduced as well.

Despite all the rumours that Drumstrang admitted students who would be trained to have high skill in the Dark Arts, none of them seemed particularly dangerous or unstable enough to use such skills if they had them. And after many years watching for those signs constantly, I had become accustomed to waiting.

Then I felt a nudge on my shoulder, snatching me from my observations, turning around waiting for someone to question the intensity of my gaze and the direction of it, instead, there was a moment of relief when it turned out to be Celia, who had returned after making sure the Beaxubatons students all seated.

"Hey Albus, what do you think those Drumstrang boys are avoiding?" "Avoiding?" I repeated, slightly dazed, Celia nodded and pointed to where the majority of them were seated, to the far right of the Slytherin table, which I on noted to be quite close to the Head Table.

"Surely you must have noticed that they are all quite close together, as much as you were observing them" Her smile was too innocent, and turning light red and whisper back, in a forced polite tone, "Celia, please don't say that so loudly".

She was right, they were quite tense. then be following some of their gazes, I found myself looking at another Drumstrang student sitting further down the table, at least, oh a good twelve seats from the rest.

He had shimmering golden hair trailing across his face, pale marble skin, and from the blankness in his face, was endlessly bored by his surroundings. Which could have had more to do with the fact that a smug-looking sixth year was attempting conversation with him.

But from the relaxed way he pressed a hand to his cheek, to his intense flickering gaze, he was almost surely interested in something else. Something at the Gryffindor table, and now more than ever I wished that I had listened to my duties and stayed with the other Gryffindors. I flushed as he searched the table back and forth. Yet it was like a miracle that he didn't notice me.

He hadn't seen my staring, right. As it happened, I had been so focused that I missed all the speeches and then all of a sudden Celia grabbed my arm and said, with a bright smile. "Come on, Albus, I think it's time we left". Looking at my friend I saw that her smile was cold, and then I saw that the one other person I hadn't wanted too noticed, had noticed. My dear brother...

"Yes, I think you're right, Celia" And taking out my wand, and cast a relatively simple invisibility spell around us and we stepped up and left the hall just as the speeches ended, giving us about a two-minute head start on Aberforth.

-This part will be split into 2 parts, as the wanted to give you guys something.
And while I have part 2 written out (along with most of the story) it is mostly the thoughts
and grammar of the sleep derived 2 in the morning type me.
More of an excuse to pick out more cute images and spent hours searching through them all.
Anyway just wanted to add that not much is stated about the Triwizard Tournament rules since I feel that we should all know how it goes and that Albus has attention drawn in by other things.
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