<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e1/4f/22/e14f2239ce146db2d953981290673325.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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang hallway <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Memories<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Taking Back Sunday - Make Damn Sure (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ldjbjwim4k)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | (Mentioning Nadia)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Aaren’s curiosity landed him in a huddle with Raynor, whose bicep alone could clamp him in a fainting choke hold, with ease. Internally, he berated himself for going along with the tank of a man. He was convinced that his solution would not only resolve whatever it was keeping Aaren down, but that it was the only solution that would work.<br/><br/>He cocked a brow, tilting his head to gander up at his enormous friend, but that placed his nose awfully close to Raynor’s armpit, so Aaren promptly returned his face to the forward position again. Aaren’s expression shifted to show his skepticism and suspicion, especially as Raynor peered down the hall to make sure they weren’t being overheard.<br/><br/>It was hard to tell if Raynor’s smirk was a shit eating grin or just one of mischievous confidence. As Raynor spoke of the concoction in his room, Aaren blinked. He was able to deduce that this wasn’t a lucky potion he was talking about, and therefore had to presume he meant alcohol. “Really…?” Aaren questioned, his gaze narrowing.<br/><br/>Fire whiskey. Aaren’s throat was burning just hearing the two words. “Oh, I-” he started, but Raynor interrupted, declaring that they were going to get good and drunk. His declaration about dancing with naked women and shouting from the rooftops made Aaren laugh aloud. “Right, and where might this take place? Amsterdam?”<br/><br/>He shook his head, even while grinning. “I’ve got drills in the morning.” It appeared that Aaren wasn’t as interested in the idea of getting piss drunk as Raynor may have been. Sure, it’d make him forget about Nadia. But that was only temporary. And he didn’t quite want to forget her, he just wanted to move on… amicably.<br/><br/>“But I suppose I can stop by. Just, you know, to help you get started.” He chuckled, patting his friend’s shoulder, which felt more like a solid wall than a part of his body. “Thanks,” he muttered. It wasn’t always easy to thank others, especially in an environment where it felt like everyone was always competing for something or other. But Raynor earned it.