<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nisimasa.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Zofia-Wichlacz.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> Nadia Găină (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659780#msg14659780)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11¾ inches, Pine, Dragon heartstring, Springy<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang student uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 31 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall - Durmstrang table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> We are the champions<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Smuglyanka Moldavanka performed by the Red Army Choir (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kdcr0PzigWo)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Konstantin, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>After putting her name in the goblet, Nadia went back to the Durmstrang table and sat down, eating in silence for the time being. At one point, she lifted her eyes from her food and glanced to her left, noticing a vile rat had just appeared and decided to sit next to her. He seemed to be preparing himself some food silently, until he turned towards the goblet of fire and then back towards Nadia, a smug look on his face. She glared back, wondering what he was up to.<br/><br/><em>"I don't know why you women insist on competing. Durmstrang needs a champion, not a housewife."</em><br/><br/>Ah, that was it, the usual misogynistic remark. Marker of a real man. Eloquent and charming. Normally she would have just left and sat somewhere else. He wasn't worthy of her presence let alone breathing the same air as her. His company was not something she ever wanted, especially not in such proximity. Fortunately there were plenty of people around so she wasn't feeling as bad as she would have been if they were just the two of them, in which case her wand would have been out and he would have been told to back off. She decided the best play was to enter his game and see if she could shift the balance in her favor, maybe make him feel disgusted and cause him to leave.<br/><br/>"You're right, that's why we won the tournament for each of its occurrence, because brave men like yourself guided the glorious Durmstrang Institute to victory every time," she said sarcastically. "Oh wait, we never won," she added immediately, a forced saddened expression on her face. "<acronym title="How cute, did you put your name in the goblet?">Какой милый, ты поставил свое имя в кубок?</acronym><acronym title="You're gonna show everyone what a real man looks like?">Ты собираешься показать всем, как выглядит настоящий мужчина?</acronym><acronym title="You'd have to be worthy, first">Сначала ты должен быть достоин</acronym>," she concluded, switching to Russian, a language she had more ease in than English.