<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xNEhQ6X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Going HAM, and then BAM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rhys – Mack – Bambi – Others - Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Like a pack of wolves, Raynor and his closest Durmstrang compatriots strode proudly into the Darley Penthouse. They were a rowdy bunch, already loud with their chattering on the way into the noisy party. It was night, the moon was high, and they were free to get as wild as they desired. Within reason, and whatever laws and rules there were in Hogwarts of course. Still, they had no problem at all melding into the partying crowd. Raynor held a bottle of Durmstrang sponsored vodka high into the air. He held it as if it were some sort of trophy. “Strang!” He bellowed, and so began the chorus chant of his fellow brothers.<br/><br/><em>Strang! Strang! Strang!</em>Their voices carried in unison, booming in sound and explosive enthusiasm. There was nothing but wide smiles on their faces, and their curious eyes hungrily swept throughout the room in search of adventure. Some for fun. Some for conquest. And others, there was a little bit of both. In comparison to many of the students about, the Durmstrang band could be considered giants. None were as tall as Raynor’s six foot seven inch stature, but there were also none who fell below six foot four.<br/><br/>As they came deeper within, bathed by the red lights, the excited group of Durmstrang men eagerly invited people to join them. They poured a great many shots, and raised them in the air for a messy clang of cheers. Again and again, they pounded down their shots until there was an electric buzz spreading from person to person, as if the feeling of growing alcohol-induced happiness were a contagious virus. Seeing so many people gathered here made Raynor brim with good feelings. He talked eagerly, told his stories and entertained whomever was next to him, or any number of willing ears that gathered in a circle around him.<br/><br/>Eventually, like his friends, he split off on his own path. There was so much wonder here, and so many different souls to speak to. He wanted to hear their stories, and to get lost within a night of no regrets. To be caught out in the wild storm of fun and trouble that was promised.<br/><br/>So, Raynor talked. With a guy here, and a girl there, pacing himself from point to point, but always moving on his own time. Whenever he tired of using his voice he danced, and he danced a lot because there was no shortage of interesting women. Eventually, in the whirl of events, Ray waded his way through the crowds and came to an abrupt halt. Words were said that struck him like a viper's bite. Trémaux. The name was familiar, and then a second ringing of memory came crashing down. Bambi. An even more familiar name, and one he he had not heard in a very long time.<br/><br/>Compelled by his insatiable interest, Raynor cleaved his path toward the voices he listened to so intently. Whatever else was said, the Nord did not hear. He was preoccupied, consumed by things remembered. Ray would have considered himself crazy, or delusional, but eventually he turned his eye over their faces. In one, he found Bambi. His eyes lit up like beacons, filled with recognition and outright joy. She had grown, and looked considerably different. But, he would know that face anywhere no matter what. "Bam?" He asked, not to them, but more to himself, and when he was further assured that his mind was not deceiving him he entered into their company without reservation.<br/><br/>"Bam!" He exclaimed, practically giddy. Raynor wrapped up the petite blonde in a tremendous hug, entwining his strong arms around her body and thoughtlessly lifted her up. There, in the air, he spun her until at last he placed her down with gentle tenderness. For a brief moment, as it did not happen often, Ray was speechless as he peered at this long lost girl of his past. Soon enough though, he rediscovered his tongue. "You've grown up," he said. "Grown more beautiful than a good night's dream. I never thought I'd see you again, but here you are. It's like magic. Or fate!"<br/><br/>Then, Ray caught himself. He was so spun up in his own excitement that he forgot to introduce himself when the girl might not have remembered him at all. Or worse, she was not who he thought she was. "Do you remember me?" He asked. "My name is Raynor."