reflections, valko krum

"we were too close to the stars..."

In the shadow of broomsticks and banners, where Quidditch glory masks deeper games, two unlikely souls cross paths. Valko Krum, younger brother of the famed Bulgarian Seeker, arrives at the Quidditch World Cup with nothing but his brother's reputation and a disarming, well-put-together grin that hides unexpected secrets. Among the noise and flash, he meets Isolde Arcturus Black-sharp-tongued, tightly wound, and very much her father's daughter.

Daughter of Regulus Black, a man that is presumed dead and buried in the annals of war, Isolde has spent her life keeping walls up and secrets close. Valko isn't supposed to get past them-but he does, and annoyingly, he does it with a bright smile.

Their bond, forged in a brief summer encounter, reignites when fate places them both at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament. But beneath the golden lights of the Yule Ball and the shadow of dragons, something older and darker stirs.

And for once, Isolde might not be able to face it alone.

He's the sun to her thundering storm, a beautiful sight when seen together.