<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/60/e1/73/60e173eb930a7df45da9f65adf5630b6--fight-for-too-late.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> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Men's Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Hallway<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> SAND STOOOORRRRMMMM dodododododdodododod<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The evening fast approached, and Raynor was restless. There had to be something to do, something fun or daring to occupy his mind. Where the opening of the school year began with rumor, excitement, and promises of glory, Ray was now occupied by the monotonies of the Durmstrang curriculum. He could not fault them, for he had risen high. But, successes and achievements aside, boring was boring. And boring… was a problem that needed a solution.<br/><br/>Durmstrang tended to be cold in its location in the north of Europe, but the true cold had not yet struck. So, the summer uniform was still suitable for the current conditions. It was a mild gust of wind that spurred him forward, his heavy steps resounding on the bridge, and then into one of the Institute’s long, medieval hallways.<br/><br/>When he came inside, he recognized a familiar face almost immediately. It was Aaren. He barely caught a glimpse of his fellow brother during the opening night, but he did not get the chance to say hello. That distressed Raynor, as he often made a habit out of giving those that he knew, and considered friends, an exceedingly warm greeting. And, just like that night, even now, he sensed something of sadness perhaps. Or he was entirely, and completely utterly wrong.<br/><br/>That happened sometimes. Not a great feeling, no.<br/><br/>Still, this was no time to be sad, so Raynor bawdily made his presence known. “SANDSTORM!” He exclaimed, and immediately wrapped up his classmate in an exuberant embrace. Any time Ray hugged a man, or woman, it was no simple hug. It was an event. A glorious reunion of kindred spirits, regardless of how much time had passed in between seeing one another.<br/><br/>He ceased the hug, but followed it up by clasping Aaren arond his shoulders and giving him a fraternal shake. “Brother, I see you have the face of a man steeped in the woman sadness. I will wipe it away, and no is not an acceptable answer.”