<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> (Do you like apples?) Well, I've got the girl. So, how about them apples!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rhys – Bambi – Loveday (Mentioned) - Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The tension thickened. It became unfortunately clear to Raynor that Rhys was not going to back down, or apologize. There were plenty of fights that had his name attached to them back at Durmstrang during his seven years of attendance. But, as a small point of pride, he did not spark the fire that began those knocking of fists. At least, for a majority of those conflicts. He would like to say he did not enjoy fighting, but that would be a lie. Ray loved battle. There was honor involved, a primal contest of wills. It appealed to a different form of himself to achieve brutal triumph over his opponent. Raynor was a man who could be tender, gentle, and kind. He adored his friends, loved his lovers, and was always loyal and faithful. Nevertheless, he had the soul of a Viking. Whenever the time demanded its unveiling, Raynor unleashed the savage to protect those whom he cared about by any means necessary.<br/><br/>By the hand of Bambi fate favored peace. Initially, he was rooted to where he stood. Any sign of flinching or hesitation would be weakness and folly. The gentle hand at his wrist was not enough, that was until he heard the soft tones of Bam's French urging him to reconsider. It was difficult for him to answer, and turn away. He perceived a tremendous insult to her person, and he was determined to right a transparent wrong. Perhaps it would not have been enough to dissuade him from the fight, until a number of different distractions emerged. One was Bambi's protest. The second was the brief flirtation of a rather spirited girl. She reminded him of some of the more ferocious female Durmstrang students. Strong, and bold. Still, his mind was on Rhys. He did not want to get a right hook when he least expected it.<br/><br/><em>Misunderstanding.</em><br/><br/>Could he have misheard? This third prospect spun through his head quickly. The man in front of him had raised his phone, unmistakably used that nasty word, and then snapped the photo. But, before even deciding it was, or was not a misunderstanding, Raynor allowed himself to be pulled away. He realized that he wanted to be reunited with Bam, and rekindle a long lost friendship that had burned brightly so long ago. This fight was not a fight that was worth it. And, a fight that was not worth it was a fight that he could not win.<br/><br/>His gaze softened, and he turned away from Rhys without any further words. But, those last parting comments deserved something of a response. So, when he thought Bam was not looking Ray raised the thickness of his mighty middle finger back in the direction of a person he thought very much deserved this gloriously presented gesture.<br/><br/>Ray followed Bambi's lead, winding through the crowd in whatever direction she was taking them. Hopefully a private spot where annoying eyes and ears would not disturb them. A view wouldn't hurt either. "Where are we going?" He asked in French, remembering pieces of his partially dulled conversational fluency.