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Gryffindor Table - Galen MacLean - 04-29-2026
Gryffindor Table
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The Gryffindor table is on the far right of the room when walking in, and is next to the Hufflepuff table.
RE: Gryffindor Table - Matilda Nordstrom - 04-30-2026
Sixth year… Wow…
It seemed like just last term she was the one sitting on the stool being told Gryffindor was her house. The hat had made the right decision, she couldn’t see herself anywhere else.
Walking with the group up the main stairs to the Great Hall, Matilda watched the younger years to make sure they followed the Deputy’s orders. The threat of sandwiches really was a horrible punishment. She grimaced at the memory.
A large smile brightened her face, finally being back with her friends, well… family really. Hogwarts wasn’t just school. It was freedom. A place where expectations didn’t follow her quite so closely, where conversations about marriage and duty didn’t hover over every moment. Here, she could ignore it all.
Owls from her grandmother? Never arrived. Letters from Durmstrang? Strange… must have been lost. Was it a good plan? No. But it was her plan.
She had until Christmas. Until she turned seventeen. Time to figure out how to undo everything. Run away. Fall in love with someone else. Make the Zdravkovas regret ever choosing her. All valid options.
Not that she would ever admit it, but she didn’t hate Drago. Not really. If anything… she was curious. The chemistry between them had been undeniable, and that was exactly the problem. Because Allegra had set this in motion, and Matilda would never, under any circumstance, give her the satisfaction of winning.
The doors to the Great Hall opened and Matilda took in the scene. Hufflepuff had won the house cup, so the gold banners were on grand display. Long house tables were filling up with people. Matilda walked towards the one assigned to the Gryffindor House, her housemates all taking their seats, voices rising, laughter echoing through the hall.
She moved toward the Gryffindor table and stopped.
No.
Her mind refused it. Refused to process what she was seeing. A tall figure. Gryffindor robes. Close cut dark hair. Chiseled jaw…
No.
There was no possible way.
Her breath caught. Heat flooded her body, her heart racing so fast it felt like it might break through her ribs.
Drago Zdravkova was sitting at the Gryffindor table.
Everything crashed around her. All her plans, ridiculous as they were, gone. She stood frozen in place, the sea of students parting around her going to their seats. Shock turned into anger. Blindsided by his transfer, unable to move, Matilda walked towards the man who haunted her dreams and now would haunt her waking hours. The only safe spot would now be her dorm room. Not even the common room was safe.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. This wasn’t part of the plan.
Being near him made it impossible to think. Her mind went haywire, stuck between wanting to hate him and wanting to learn everything about him. She needed distance, and now that was impossible.
Walking up to the table, his attention shifted to her, anger rolling off her in waves, she simply looked at him, teeth clenched, voice raspy like a disgruntled gobblin. “Why are you here?” Each word stressed like it was its own sentence.
RE: Gryffindor Table - Dragomir Zdravkova - 05-01-2026
Him and his siblings had entered the Great Hall in plain black robes, unlike the others who were accentuated in either red, yellow, blue or green. A wild, unruly sea of students, loud and disorderly, shoving and shouting, different from anything he knew from Durmstrang.
It had stopped all of them a little short, a shared look of confusion and judgement before carefully storing it away. Moving past the four long tables with cool composure as though they had been here all along, on to a smaller room where they'd be sorted into one of the houses.
Both him and Serik were announced as Gryffindors by the old, ugly hat Liliya had told them about. Wiosna would have to sit at the Ravenclaw table by herself, but Drago didn't worry. She knew how to handle herself. Serik on the other hand — it was probably better to have him where he could see him.
He gave his sister a tight hug before watching her head for the blue, while he pushed Serik forward, heading for the red.
"They are strange here," Drago rumbled lowly as he sat along the filling benches, gaze scanning the crowd. Brow eyes quietly analytical he watched a jumping cluster of girls, squealing noisily as they fell into a very unladylike group hug thing.
Serik sank down next to him. "Maybe it will be fun," he returned and Drago shot him a look, one that was subliminally warning. Serik met it with a lopsided grin. "I won't cause any trouble, promise."
Drago grunted in response, not at all convinced. Even at Durmstrang he'd gotten himself into sticky situations more often than was good — for neither of them. Here, where rules and order seemed a second thought, Drago worried. There was only so much he could keep from father.
Before he could continue though, a different kind of red caught his attention, a flash in the corner of his eye. His head turned on instinct, gaze landing squarely on Matilda.
Matilda who looked like she was going to explode for some reason.
Drago rose to his feet, climbing back out from behind the bench to meet her seething gaze head on.
“Why are you here?”
For a moment he didn't know what to say. Face void he merely blinked at her. The sheer fury in her growl stunned him frozen, another completely new side of her and one he wasn't sure what to think of.
"I go to school here," was what he finally settled on, voice even, pragmatic. "I finish my seventh year. Did they...not...tell you?" Again?
dialogue in colour is spoken in Russian <3