<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 hadn’t exactly been moping around Durmstrang since the grand feast, but there was a noticeable cloud hanging over the head of the fifth year. He wasn’t exactly sure why it affected him so much, to speak to Nadia and feel like he had lost during their conversation. But, it did.<br/><br/>Still, he had to continue to see her and he’d have to see even more of her if they were both to be competing for the Cup. Aaren tried to buck up, turning his attention on working out and often hitting the weights harder than usual, or extending his morning hikes by a substantial length of time. The less time he was around, the less chance he had to see her and feel the cold, calculating judgement from her eyes.<br/><br/>Or maybe all of that was in his head.<br/><br/>As the week was coming to an end, Aaren felt he was in a better headspace. It helped that he found a cute girl at Hogwarts to flirt with on social media. After a fairly full day, Aaren was headed toward the dining hall for dinner, when his name was suddenly shouted out from a familiar voice, down the hall. He braced himself, knowing what was coming just seconds later. And sure enough, he was practically picked up off the ground and spun around, by the sheer impact and force of Raynor’s hug.<br/><br/>“Hnng,” he winced, sounding as if the breath had been stolen from his lungs all at once. Raynor stepped back enough to shake his shoulders, locking eyes with him as he declared that Aaren appeared to be stuck in sadness, caused by a woman. At least, that was what Aaren thought he deciphered, after replaying Raynor’s words in his head a few times and gaping at the tank of a man. “I… well,” Aaren started, shifting around and sighing as he pulled back to fold his arms across his chest.<br/><br/>“I’m doing better. It’s nothing.” He shook his head, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself, or the situation. Which honestly wasn’t a situation at all, anyway. But, Raynor did mention he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “But, erm… what’s your solution?” He asked, cocking a brow. If nothing else, he had to admit he was a bit curious.