Bragi had attended a few Coming Out Balls back home, the largest of which had been at Beauxbatons, but this was different. Nobody did high society like the British, and the setting of Hogwarts was — well, magical. Bragi still found it difficult to tear his eyes from the star-spangled ceiling.

When the Head Girl led the debutantes in a procession of bright and somewhat shy ladyhood, Bragi enjoyed the show with the others. But the truth was, while he found them very pretty, almost mesmerising in such numbers, the idea of courting any one of them made him want to leap up into that starry sky and disappear into the night.

He was disrupted by his reverie by one of the girls who turned suddenly to address him — though by her expression he suspected a case of mistaken identity. "Oh — ah", he began, realising the swarthy young lady could not be a debutante or she would not be asking this. Bragi elegantly attempted an answer. "It means out in society, with a mind to being courted by a suitable gentleman."