Bragi, a newcomer to Hogsmeade and to this country, was attending his first society function this side of the Channel. And it had been quite by accident. The young property investor had been meeting with his associate, Mr Wilson, when he'd invited Bragi to join himself and Mrs Wilson at the Hogwarts' Coming Out Ball the following evening, where the couple's own son would be joining the ranks of new young bachelors and admiring the debutantes — perchance to do more than just admire. That particular concept startled Bragi to no end, but he was curious and of course would not turn down such an amiable invitation. And so, the following evening, the young Dane found himself joining the Wilsons in their carriage up to Hogwarts Castle, eyes wide as he admired the great windows lit with candles, the soaring turrets, and, within, the Great Hall with its ceiling like the night's sky.

It was this spectacle that had his attention as he walked in — the stars, the navy clouds, the heavens shining as if the Hall had no ceiling at all. It was only a few seconds before he was punished for such distraction, as his side collided with the stronger form of a taller man in finer tails. "Undskyld... excuse me, I am so sorry", Bragi said, mortified, briefly dipping into Danish on instinct.

Not a perfect start in any sense of the term.