<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/60/e1/73/60e173eb930a7df45da9f65adf5630b6--fight-for-too-late.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> Durmstrang Men's Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Hallway<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Brilliant Solutions<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Nothing, he says!</em><br/><br/>His thoughts stirred. It was always like this. Ask a girl or guy how they were doing, and they say ‘fine’. To Ray’s great madness, ‘fine’ was like a declaration of war. ‘Nothing’, on the other hand, was not so bad. But, nothing was definitely not nothing.<br/><br/>Raynor merely smiled, expressing no significant change in what he may or may not have been thinking. He believed that Aaren looked like he was feeling down about something. What that something was, he could not be sure. But, he assumed it was a woman. Whenever a man was walking around in a haze, the cause tended to be a woman. Ray knew the feeling well, having been in his fair share of relationships throughout his prior six years at Durmstrang. So, at the very least the large Nord could relate.<br/><br/>“My solution is the only solution,” he answered, somewhat cryptically. He maneuvered himself to Aaren's side and draped an arm around him, only to use that arm to pull his friend into a two-man huddle. Then, Raynor leaned in, beaming with a grin that was absolutely up to no good. There was a conspirator's shine to his eyes, lit up with excitement and anticipation. He glanced around the hallway, making sure no one was near enough to the two of them to overhear the conversation.<br/><br/>There were two cures to sadness caused by a woman as far as Raynor knew. One, was hot sex with another woman. Seeing as they were not exactly in a situation where such opportunity presented itself, it was the second option that bestowed the road of their current destiny. Booze. Lots of it.<br/><br/>"What I have," Raynor said, being secretively hushed for the sake of entertainment and good drama, "tucked away in my room is the magic that will make you a happy man. A very happy man. Sandstorm, I'm here to tell you of liquid luck. It might not be THE liquid luck, but it is definitely the liquid of luck and getting lucky." He paused, and watched Aaren's eyes.<br/><br/>"Fire-whiskey," he said, revealing his absolutely brilliant plan. A plan that was infallible in its ingenuity. "We are going to get drunk. Very drunk, you and me. So drunk that we will dance with naked women and shout from the rooftops!" Ray may have spoken that last bit a tad too loudly, but he did not appear to care all that much. "Are you ready, brother? Tonight is going to be a night to remember."<br/><br/>If they remembered it at all, that was.