<div class="floatleft">(http://www.rachellsmith.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Tom_Hopper_TheRakeMagazine_03-600x771@2x.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/309133743/large.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</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> Aleks Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185) &amp; Florian Fournier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666182#msg14666182)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang and Beauxbatons 5th years<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood &amp; Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> (Alex: 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring) &amp; (Florian: 10 ¾ inches, whippy - Walnut - Unicorn Hair)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Each as Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Arriving at Darley Penthouse, heading for the bar<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Valentin, Dior</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"It’s a<em><strong>party</strong></em>, Aleks.  An opening night party, and apparently this Hoggie is known for them.  That will remain to be seen, of course.”  Florian said grandly as they passed through the floating lanterns outside the chosen venue and made their way into the foyer.  “To not be seen here would be tantamount to exiling ourselves.  No, as I have said before, this is a requirement my bulky friend.”<br/><br/>“Yes, yes.  Several times you have said.  One would think you would tire of it, but again, no.”  Aleks replied with a smirk, his large hands tugging uncomfortably at the suit jacket Florin had forced him to wear.  Easy going as he was, Aleks had only put up a token resistance to both his friend’s insistence that they attend this party, and that he dress as something<em>‘other than a common laborer...you are trying to BREAK stereotypes mon frer!’</em><br/><br/>“Well, I do have to keep at it, that is true.” Florian admitted with a nod.  “Otherwise I know you will make a break for it the moment my back is turned, and where would I be without my giant honeytrap?  Lost, that’s where.”   Passing through the first row of columns and on to the next, Florian could not restrain himself from rolling his eyes a bit.  “Gee, I wonder what this Dior’s favorite color is.  I’ll give you one guess.”<br/><br/>“Perhaps she is a vampire.” Aleks offered, shrugging as they approached the house elf at the end of the hall.  Seeing the house elf, Florian who was far more used to servants than his overly large friend, paid it no mind, simply tossing his overcoat her way and ignoring how it draped over her head.  Scowling at his friend, Aleks grabbed Florian’s coat off the elf and handed it and his to her as well.  “I shall be the gentleman here, and not mention what other types of girls prefer to be seen in a red light.” Aleks rumbled with deadpan humor.  “Although if there are any of that type here, I am sure you’ll find them.”<br/><br/>“Well!” Florian replied, appearing falsely scandalized.  “You’ve grown rude as well as overly large in the last year my friend!”<br/><br/>“Yet, you do not deny it…” Aleks retorted, an eyebrow raised, although it might be too high for Florian to note.<br/><br/>“Well, I said you’ve gotten rude, not less perceptive.”  The Frenchman admitted, passing through the doors and at last into the party proper.  “Well, I have to say, this Darley girl DOES throw quite the spectacle.” He said, noting the beautiful serving girls first, then the dangling dancers next, before taking in the dance floor and bar.  “Still a bit…..monochrome for my tastes, but you can’t fault a girl for sticking with her theme.  Speaking of which, we should probably find the hostess and introduce ourselves.”  Florian continued, ignoring Alek’s groan at the last.  He couldn’t expect them to hide in a corner, could he?<br/><br/>Having a decent description, he found Dior rather quickly, although he drew to an immediate halt once he saw her.  “Ugh, you must be joking.” Florian marvelled, noting Valentin of all people.  “Perhaps we will introduce ourselves later.”<br/><br/>“You know him?”  Aleks asked, wondering what was wrong with the skinny fellow, other than he seemed outwardly as nervous as Aleks felt inside.<br/><br/>“Yes, he is Beauxbatons.  Student Union or somesuch.  Whatever you do, don’t JOIN anything he mentions.”  Florian scoffed.<br/><br/>“I am a Russian peasant.  We are naturally leery of unions.”  Aleks nodded, causing Florian to eyeball him to see if he was joking or not.<br/><br/>“Yes. Well, either way, let’s head for the bar instead.  A little social lubricant is exactly what the doctor ordered.”<br/>