<div class="floatleft">(http://www.rachellsmith.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Tom_Hopper_TheRakeMagazine_03-600x771@2x.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/309133743/large.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</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> Aleks Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185) &amp; Florian Fournier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666182#msg14666182)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang and Beauxbatons 5th years<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood &amp; Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> (Alex: 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring) &amp; (Florian: 10 ¾ inches, whippy - Walnut - Unicorn Hair)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Each as Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Arriving at Darley Penthouse, heading for the bar<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Good times...<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack (Aleks staying) - Florian heading towards dance floor - Splitting off and OPEN<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/>Florian, for one, was finding the current ratio of lovely men to men to be entirely pleasing.  Not one for mathematics, even he was having no trouble noting that for every male within his sight like, there seemed to be quite a very tasty girls, of all different national flavors.  It was quite enough to make a Frenchman forget about the shots flying about, which he promptly did, setting his glass down on the bar, just as their hostess approached them.  How utterly conveniently they did things here!<br/><br/>All but ready to leap in and bury the poor girl in an avalanche of the ol Florian charm, he was quite sudden brought up short but the stunning event of Aleks beating him to the punch.  More surprisingly, he did as good if not better job than Florian himself would have managed, leaving the French student flabbergasted long enough to Dior to flit away as fast as she had appeared.  “Clearly this country has me off my usual performance, and even more so, it clearly agrees with you!  Speaking of which…”  Florian finally managed, noting the approach of a scantily clad redhead, a skill for which he was well suited.<br/><br/>At Mack’s entrance, Florian barked out a pleased laugh.  This was far more in keeping with what he had expected from his large, sincere and shy friend.  Aleks on the other hand, was completely scandalized.  “I was no such thing!” He replied in loud shock, his eyes comically wide at first from that emotion, and secondly as her robe shifted and he noted the amount of Mack available to his eyes.  “If anything I was surprised.  You talk so large, but are so very tiny.  You, you look lovely by the way” Aleks stammered.<br/><br/>That response finished off the mystery on who this redhead might be, Aleks already having debriefed him on having met his pen pal at last, and grinning evilly Florian inserted himself smoothly, holding out his hand in greeting.  “Well, I’m glad that comment isn’t leveled at me for once, although we are all tiny in his presence.  Florian Fournier, a pleasure to meet you.” He said, keeping his handshake as chaste as he could, lest his giant friend crush him on principle.<br/><br/>For all of his own lack of principles though, Florian would be dead in the ground before he would ever be accused of cockblocking, or even the semblance of it.  “I was just telling Aleks here how I was going to head off in search of something more appealing to drink than these kerosene shots.  If you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave him in your capable hands.” Florian grinned, just managing not to waggle his brows at that.  Ignoring his friends frantic look, Florian eyed the bar, noting Ria talking with the blond from before and now another lovely redhead. Three girls. Deciding it was too easy to overplay one’s hand in a situation like that, Florian instead made his way over towards the dance floor for some shameless observation.<br/>