<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5xDbZbR.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> 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> Pictured, knee length, with white converse shoes (https://c.76.my/Malaysia/ws-037-converse-style-white-sneaker-unisex-men-women-shoes-one2seventy-1708-25-F496478_1.jpg); dress has two pockets by the waist, one contains her wand, the other some money in a wallet<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Bar<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Meeting people new and old<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Daughter - Landfill (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpWO_byqSr8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren, Aleksey, Florian, Kat, Bartender, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Eliza, Rhys, Mack, Bambi, Elizabeth</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>As Nadia entered the penthouse, the red lighting almost immediately made her dizzy. Not only did it clashed with her attire, it also made it seem like they were in some brothel, which made her uncomfortable. Red was not her color, too powerful, too loving, passionate, intense. She preferred blue shades, as blue was the warmest and coldest color at the same time. Ironically, she became used to wearing red due to the Durmstrang uniform, and now she had opted for a red dress, but the lighting was too much. With a glance, she noticed that most people in attendance were dressed in quite the wide array of fashion ranging from classy to casual to nightclub redundancy.<em>I'll fit right in, then,</em>she thought, taking note of all the exists and quickly looking at each of the attendee that seemed important, trying to remember their faces.<br/><br/>First there was woman with wings dancing, which amused her, but she thought it was a positive sign. Maybe she could let loose a bit and go dance at some point as well, if she were to find the courage within herself. Attending the party in itself was already demanding enough. But it was a must, an unavoidable necessity in order to assess her competition in their natural states, without school supervision or staff's prying eyes. The hungry lion and the sharp fox were playing with a little bunny, while she was yet to see a familiar Durmstrang face, until she looked over to the bar and saw Aaren taking a shot, next to him was Aleksey and some guy she didn't know, either from Hogwarts or Beauxbâtons. A skinny figure was also at the bar, another unfamiliar face wearing more casual clothes.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Aaren. <acronym title="Hello Alyosha">Привет Aлёша</acronym>,"</strong>she greeted Aaren and then Aleksey by the Russian diminutive for his name. She knew he preferred Aleks, for some reason, maybe because it sounded more Western. Alyosha was better in her book, which is why she used it. She politely smiled at the other people at the bar, namely Kat and Florian.<strong>"Hello, I'm Nadia."</strong><br/><br/>She then looked at the bartender and took a second to wonder what to order.<br/><br/><strong>"<acronym title="A glass of mint-flavored kvass, please">Стакан кваса со вкусом мяты, пожалуйста,</acronym>"</strong>she told the bartender, testing her luck with Russian, knowing probably only Aleksey would understand her. The bartender, who understood the language apparently, fetched her the kvass, seemingly indifferent about the choice of drink. In certain areas out east, there would be people laughing at the request. Kvass had so little alcohol it was considered non-alcoholic in her side of Europe. Nadia wasn't here to get drunk, she had learned that lesson, and almost no one could tell what she would be drinking from just the glass.<br/><br/>Nadia smiled when the bartender gave her the glass of kvass, thanking her in Russian and extended the eye contact they shared. She escaped the tension as the bartender looked away and attended to another person's order. Nadia smiled inwardly, looking away at the attendees and noticing an exquisite figure in a black dress with what appeared to be a tattoo on her neck and chest. She took a sip of her kvass and looked back at the people at the bar, ready to engage in conversation.