<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/D3PLU2O.gif)</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> 25th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arrival<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Faith Marie - Drown (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FU5ifmugneM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>A single look would tell her who was her competition and who wasn't. Such was Nadia's mindset as she entered the Hogwarts' Great Hall with the horde of Durmstrang students. Her chin lifted high, her posture impeccable, she walked graciously behind her schoolmates doing acrobatics.<br/><br/>The so-called Slytherin table, enigmatic and cunning, if they were to believe the history.<br/><br/>A familiar face in an old enemy.<br/><br/>A potential new enemy.<br/><br/>The Ravenclaw table with its witty and clever cast was met with a brief glance.<br/><br/>The Hufflepuff table saw a lingering stare, with Nadia perceiving the glimpse of a challenge from a few of the seated wixes.<br/><br/>Her eyes moved over to the Gryffindor table, with their lit up, confident and curious faces.<br/><br/>A hungry lion.<br/><br/>A sharp fox.<br/><br/>The rest of the animal kingdom.<br/><br/>Nadia smiled as she sat down at the table left empty for the Durmstrang crowd. She looked over her schoolmates, knowing their talents perhaps more than anyone else in the room besides Maximovich and the staff, having competed with each other for years. Aaren, Elias, Elliott, Bastian, Tatyana,<acronym title="aka Aleksey">Alyosha</acronym>, Urvan, Raynor. Any of them was capable of winning the tourney. But she had an advantage over them all. She had no interest in winning. Her desire was much simpler, much grimmer. She had nothing to lose. There was no meaning to it, except for the quest of meaning itself. The triwizard tournament was the end game. She had decided so. One way or another, her faith would be in the figurative hands of the goblet of fire.<br/><br/>She hoped to burn in that blue flame she was yet to see.<br/><br/>Then the Beauxbâtons students entered, ribbons moving around like a carnival of pretenses. They were represented by a group as varied as their British counterparts and just as non-intimidating.<br/><br/>She repressed a sarcastic, cynical laughter.<br/><br/>Her eyes searched for Dyani through the faces in the distance but couldn't reach. Nadia was unforgiving, and as such there was more than a grudge lying on Dyani's back, there was contempt. She surprised herself genuinely smiling ever so slightly thinking of the animosity between them, the nostalgic memories of their fights resurfacing in her head. It was simpler times, when ignorance was bliss and Nadia's dignity was still intact. A time before she was soiled by the barbarity of men. A time of frequent skirmishes but nevertheless a peace of mind.