<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e1/4f/22/e14f2239ce146db2d953981290673325.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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang hallway <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Memories<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Taking Back Sunday - Make Damn Sure (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ldjbjwim4k)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | (Mentioning Nadia)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Aaren’s chuckle was louder than he intended when Raynor declared that everyone had drills in the morning. It was true. But, at the same time, it made him wonder; how could everyone have drills in the morning, and yet so many of his peers were running around and partying or barely sleeping? Then again, he wasn’t the lad to ask about it - just look at his rubbish sleep schedule.<br/><br/>When he brought up the program run by Deputy Headmistress Wolff, Aaren seemed to shudder. “I gotta say, she seems a bit like a mad researcher, intent on doing all sorts of odd experiments on whoever was daft enough to sign up.” Aaren smirked a bit, then patted Raynor’s arm. “That being you. So, if you start feeling something poking you at night or suspect she’s slipping a bit of extra powder into your drinks, maybe take a step back.”<br/><br/>For how fiercely positive and happy go lucky Raynor truly was, Aaren sometimes worried that his friend needed a dose of reality to wake him up to some of the more realistic things in life, that he might overlook because they weren’t bursting with rainbows and sunshine. “Least you look alright,” he encouraged his friend, who didn’t appear any worse for wear. In fact, he seemed more awake and energized than Aaren. But, he didn’t have a cloud of sadness hanging over him, now did he?<br/><br/>To Raynor’s offer about singing old Norse songs, Aaren laughed, following his friend back to his dorm. “That’s alright, really. I’ll stick to Swedish. It’s pretty simple.” After that, the evening was a slight blur for Aaren. They reached Raynor’s dorm and dug into the fire whiskey, each taking turns belching spicy burps. But after that, his head went a bit fuzzy. He awoke the next day in his bed, half an hour late for drills.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>