<div class="floatleft">(https://yt3.ggpht.com/-ZTG8t8AMpMw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1KcCAJVDh7k/s900-c-k-no-mo-rj-c0xffffff/photo.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> Nothing<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Cause for Celebration<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Time passed slowly, or so it felt. Intertwined with Bambi, in body and spirit, the minutes were a blissfully long stretch of touches and kisses. Her warmth against his own, her gentle curves to his rigid muscle. It was beyond pleasant. Raynor would conjure a word to describe it in his imagination if his mental capacity was not so focused on every sensation that she so thoroughly provided. This was a gift of some sort, for what else could it be. Divine intervention, perhaps. Fate? He believed it with all his soul. He was meant to be here, and so was she. They were meant to cross paths, and then those paths were to entangle. Raynor often liked to control his life as best he could, but on this matter he welcomed destiny.<br/><br/>"I don't know about you," Raynor broke their silence, a hand caressing through her hair and down her cheek, "but I'm feeling thirsty." He did not leave to retrieve a drink, however. Fortunately for him, his wand had fallen during their actions not too far from where they were lying. With it in his hand, he cast a spell that opened up the corner storage cupboard. As the doors opened, two glasses and a bottle of wine came floating on out.<br/><br/>Raynor wasn't much of a wine drinker. Yes, he had what could be considered cultured tastes in literature and music, but when it came to wines he was a simple savage. When he acquired this bottle, he had no concept that it was an excellent, positively top tier French cabernet. There were certainly a few wine snobs out there who might slap him across the face for so carelessly brandishing the bottle as though it were a casual act.<br/><br/>Regardless of the thoughts of the highly opinionated, Raynor poured a glass for her, and one for himself. "Cheers to fate." He said. "For bringing you back to me."