<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/><em>"Durmstrang's history of consistent failure has nothing to do with sex or gender, though I'm not surprised by your misguided analysis."</em><br/><br/>Nadia rolled her eyes, but refrained from commenting further. There was no point in arguing with Konstantin over anything regarding gender, she had learned over the years, although she had herself to blame for taking his bait earlier. A few paranoid souls claimed Durmstrang's lack of Triwizard glory was attributed to Anglo-French collusion, with one of their main point the fact that they had shared the wins equally until the Potter win, which was tampered with nevertheless. A bunch of conspiracy theories, which Nadia didn't believe one bit, although she suspected Konstantin might believe that kind of thing or some other far fetched delusions of his. While Konstantin understood Russian, Nadia didn't understand German. As such, it was easy for her to ignore his retort following her little sarcastic comments about his masculinity in Russian. German was such a pretty language, and yet it seemed to lose all of its beauty when it escaped the mouth of that rat. Maybe he assumed everyone spoke German or, at least, should.<br/><br/>But while it was easy to ignore his words in a language she didn't understand, his body language was impossible not to notice, especially when it involved pushing his knee against her thigh. Not only was it uncomfortable because it was him, something she would have still managed to tolerate under old circumstances, the fact she had been violated by human trash not too dissimilar to Konstantin, she'd imagine, made it unbearable. Unable to restrain a shiver going through her spine, she looked repulsed throughout Konstantin's speech, moving her legs the opposite direction and reaching for her wand.<br/><br/><strong>"<acronym title="Touch me again and I will cut off your limbs">Atingeți-mă din nou și vă voi tăia membrele,</acronym>"</strong>she said in her native language, sliding to the side and giving some distance between the both of them, her wand out and pointed at him. The wand was shaking in her hand due to her anger and anxiety, while she was holding it too tightly, the skin of her hand around the handle whitening from the lack of blood circulation. Realizing he didn't understand Romanian, she switched to English so there would be nearby witnesses if necessary.<strong>"It's a surprise that you managed to carry your throat about with yourself in this world for so long and yet no one ever deigned to cut it."</strong>She stared at the cold blue of his eyes which weren't too dissimilar to her own eyes, except hers would reflect her fear.<br/><br/>As midnight approached, the tables got more crowded, and somebody sat between her and Konstantin, visibly not noticing her wand out in their hasty arrival. Nadia pulled it back and down, still staring at Konstantin while keeping it along her thigh. Voices then came from the front of the Great Hall and Nadia turned that way, noticing Minister Granger was speaking.<br/><br/><em>"When the goblet is ready, we will have our first three champions. If you were not chosen for this trial, you may enter your name again, when the second trial commences, in February."</em><br/><br/>That changed a lot. Unlike other instances of the tournament, there would be three different champions per school, one for each trial. Strategically, this made it stranger for the organizers to let the goblet of fire decide instead of the schools themselves, if specialization was required. Depending on the nature of the first trial, the champions could very well not be up for the task, and she doubted the goblet was omniscient enough to take into account everything about them. There was also the possibility of a 1-1-1 tie for the three trials unless the points distribution was different per trial. The selection process was questionable in many ways, but she wouldn't be one to complain openly about it. As she observed the goblet of fire, it spat out the first name, which Minister Granger read out loud.<br/><br/><em>"From Beauxbatons, the chosen champion is... Victoria Delestrac!"</em><br/><br/>Like all her peers, she looked over to the Beauxbâtons table and saw the French guests erupt in cheers and applause as she looked at Victoria, the girl she met at Dior's party and who so eagerly wanted to drink shots, even singling her out. She didn't see her as much of an opponent at first glance and yet she was a champion. She resisted the temptation to glance at Konstantin to see his reaction to a woman being chosen, as another name was spat out by the goblet.<br/><br/><em>"From Durmstrang, the chosen champion is..."</em><br/><br/>It was their moment. Everyone around her seemed to hold their breath in anticipation. Time seemed to slow down as she hoped in her mind it wouldn't be Konstantin.<em>Anyone but him, anyone but him,</em>she repeated in her mind, praying to the gods of magic.<br/><br/><em>"Nadia Găină!"</em><br/><br/>She froze as noise erupted around her and she felt her ears block and the sound of cheers and chanting become muffled. She glanced at the faces smiling at her and instead of feeling joy, a sense of accomplishment or even an ounce of pride, she felt nothing. It seemed surreal, like none of it was actually happening. She stood up from the bench as noise came back to her ears and all eyes were on her.<br/><br/>The third and last parchment then escaped from the goblet, revealing the Hogwarts champion, the most awaited of all. Minister Granger looked at the name and then announced it as she did the others.<br/><br/><em>"Our champion from Hogwarts is... Dior Darley!"</em><br/><br/>The goblet's blue flame extinguished as the selection process had ended and the three champions had been chosen. Nadia turned around slightly to face the other tables and have a better global view of the Great Hall. Under roaring cheers, the Hogwarts champion joined Victoria and Nadia standing up and the three women were isolated within the assembled student bodies. She looked at Dior and then Victoria, ready for battle. Headmaster Phixyll then dismissed everybody and people surrounded her to congratulate her, but not before Konstantin managed to share his thoughts, an amused look on his face, like her selection was a farce.<br/><br/><em>"Congratulations. Perhaps it's a good thing that you'll have this opportunity to showcase your ineptitude on an international stage."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Aww, thank you for your support,"</strong>she replied with a genuine smile, although her tone was as sarcastic as possible. She could imagine his rage behind his façade. (https://i.imgflip.com/2r1alc.jpg)