<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xNEhQ6X.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> As Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pleasant Surprises<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rhys – Bambi – Others - Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Of the many things he had expected to see at Hogwarts, Bambi was not one of them. Raynor felt a sense of warmth, and a vividly embracing spirit burned brightly until there were no other feelings outside those of a benevolent nature that besieged his thoughts. Such was the pleasantness of this surprise, and the loudness of music and voices around him that he simply did not register much of the nearby protests declared by whomever it was that was originally speaking to her. It was not on his list of pressing engagements. So, Ray briefly acknowledged the boy student in the navy blue shirt with the curtest of stares, and a polite smile. Shortly thereafter, his true interest was quickly recaptured by Bambi.<br/><br/>After nine years of separation there was much to say, much to know, and very apparently, much to see. In his rush of excitement, Ray did not get a long look at Bambi. And now that he did, he saw that his childhood friend had grown beyond beautiful. He could see all too keenly that her dress clung perilously tight to every one of her curves, and that that particular dress left her long legs scandalously vulnerable to anyone's passing curiosity. His was certainly aroused, but controlled.<br/><br/>"Me, go here?" Raynor asked, playfully insulted. "I am no warty hog!" He declared with a grin. "I am a man of Durmstrang, tall and proud." He postured in good humor, making himself appear taller and broader than he already was. Then he drew the attention back to her. "Now," he said, expressing theatrical thoughtfulness, "if I'm to guess of your school then I would say you are undoubtedly a lady of Beauxbatons." If the rumors about her school were true, beauty and grace, he thought to himself, then she surpassed them all.<br/><br/>"I dare you to tell me that I'm wrong," he smirked, sidling up next to Bam and wrapping an arm around her, hand on hip. "If I am, I owe you drinks. If I'm right, then you owe me a dance." Either way, they would finally have a chance to catch up.