#magic embedded

While most of the festivities were concentrated in the Great Hall, it was beginning to dawn on Beatrice that there was nothing of interest for her there. Her own father was busy chatting up his Hufflepuff friends and Beatrice quickly excused herself soon after the introductions were made. She had met most of them before, though none were memorable enough that Beatrice thought they were worth trying to impress.

Instead she made her way out of the Great Hall. The castle was large, though the architecture wasn’t as fascinating as her own school’s. There was magic embedded into the walls at Durmstrang, and Beatrice was having difficulty really embracing Hogwarts castle as a place with meaning.

That being said, she was determined to look for it. The crowd was beginning to condense further, and Beatrice kept her eyes on the doors at the end of the room.

“Excuse me,” Beatrice said firmly, nearly elbowing a former alumnus. She didn’t want to ask for help, but she was beginning to become overwhelmed to the point where she was already tempted to just hack her way through with her wand in hand and a hex between her teeth.

After all, there were hexes that Durmstrang taught differently.