<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/154884595671951051-4.jpeg)</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> Sebastian Ryan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661698#msg14661698)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inch Bendy / <br/>Hawthorn / Unicorn (https://i.imgur.com/Psfnx21.jpg) <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 4 September, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Working out  <br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Bouldering and rock-climbing were nothing compared to scaling a castle wall. Sebastian was sorta shit without his wand, so he made sure he was massive and physically fit, if not at the pinnacle of Muggle performance and standards. He measured the height with a decisive look. Hogwarts, and even a World Quidditch hoop post, were much more gigantic than Durmstrang, it being a mere four-floor school. This was an easier building to climb. Or at least relatively, it should be. The wind chill was cruel. The hard, coarse, pointed rocks that made up the wall to the very roofs and steeples were icy to the touch. Fire. Warmth. Comfort. Those were luxuries most here had to learn to live with less. With his right hand Sebastian grabbed a window ledge, high above him, and with his left a keystone. Next, he hugged cheekbone to stone, finding a foothold on very thin edge. His thick boot slipped once but stayed fast the second try. Sebastian stared down, starting to doubt its reliability, before looking up. He did it before so he could do it again. He had to do this. If he could not do this, then he was nowhere ready for the Triwizard Tourney.<br/><br/>He climbed at two speeds: quick where he felt safe, and slow where he felt he could fall. His knuckles cut and bled. Blisters had swollen on his palms. But it was so biting cold, he had not noticed. Sebastian sat on the roof, looking out at the lakes and the sunrise. He laid on his back panting, face up at the drifting clouds. His insides burned. So he made it on his own, without magic. He sighed, feeling a little more ready for the Goblet of Fire. If his name was called, he would not blanch or blush. He would show them what Durmstrang is.<br/><br/>Sebastian looked yonder, wondering who were out and about at this hour. Perhaps he could get them to climb up here too.