<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/5be01bc09c9e28aec8d2ea970b3ca83f?width=650)</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> Aleksey Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Searching<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The nearly two months from the Headmaster’s announcement to the time to leave for Hogwarts had practically flown by for Aleks.  Never in his mind had it even briefly occurred to him that he might not attend the Tourney, let alone not submit his name to the Goblet.  Not that he was interested in winning of course, indeed he had little taste for even competing on a Durmstrang level, let alone in a multiple school environment, but he knew his Uncle would not accept for a second that he did not wish to be a part of this.  Thus, Aleks spent those two months in constant preparations to compete, hoping to save him and his Uncle the embarrassment of the older man ordering him to.<br/><br/>On top of that, Aleks did have two good reasons to go.  One, the ever self-assured Florian was certain that he would be attending, if not picked as Beauxbatons Champion, and it would be a pleasure to see his old friend again.  Secondly, it would at last be his chance to meet Mack, his penpal for some time, and finally answer the question as to who this cocky girl he had been writing to all this time actually was.<br/><br/>So it was that as Durmstrang entered the Hogwarts Great Hall, Aleks only spared a little time for the decor, and instead scanned the Hogwarts table for who it might very well be.  Not one for banging sticks or flipping about, Aleks simply plodded along near the back of the group, towering over nearly all his classmates, and scanning the students in attendance.   Unfortunately, the big Russian had woefully underestimated how many redheads there actually were in the Scottish school.  Real ones, clearly fake ones, there were so many, he instantly despaired as to picking out the right one, especially with no other info to go on.<br/><br/>Taking his seat amongst his fellow students, Aleks watched the Beauxbatons contingent arrive, unsurprised at the beauty of the girls as rumored, although he had to laugh at the wide grin his small friend Florian wore as he practically strutted into the room.  After eating more than his share at dinner, Aleks spoke briefly with Florian, the both of them planning to catch up more the next day.  It appeared that Florian ALREADY knew of a party, and ‘had arrangements’ to make.  Shaking his head ruefully, Aleks let his friend depart as he lingered behind.<br/><br/>How to find who he sought?  It seemed an impossible task, but on the face it of, it should not be that difficult, correct?  Really, there was only one way, and there was no sense in shying away from it.   Standing from his emptying table, Aleks hoisted a backpack onto his shoulder, a normal size although it looked like one of those ridiculously small one that girls favored upon his wide shoulder, and made his way to the Hogwarts table.<br/><br/>Spotting a red haired girl sitting all alone upon the table, Aleks felt this was a good a place to start as any (maybe they had a redhead club), completely unaware of how good his guess actually was.<br/><br/>“Hello.” He rumbled in greeting as he came to stand in front of Mackenzie.  “I am looking for a girl named Mackenzie, if you might point me her way.”<br/>