<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/5be01bc09c9e28aec8d2ea970b3ca83f?width=650)</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> Aleksey Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Searching<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Aleks grinned good and wide as Mack admitted, rather openly, that his compliments had not missed their mark.  Not that he was exactly profuse with flattery, even in a school full of people who were terrible at complimenting or even praising others, Aleks was bad.  It was likely due to a severe lack of practice he would say, especially with girls, a fact that no doubt Florian would abuse him for endlessly.  Luckily for the giant Russian, his diminutive friend had left for bed early, his or someone elses, so he was not there to witness Aleks stumblings.<br/><br/>For a moment, Aleks dwelled on her admission of unlocked potential, his eyes rising up from her face to watch the Professor as he passed, the man’s easy nature completely foreign to Aleks, especially in this context.  He understood how differently things were done in this country, he had spent an entire summer here after all, but it was another thing to be enmeshed in it.  Turning back to his penpal, Aleks face grew that easy, guileless grin once more.<br/><br/>“Color?  What makes you think I bother with such things at all, let alone in a color?” He asked, his own eyebrow shooting up, although once more a flush grew upwards from his neck.  Joking about his underthings!  Oh, but his Uncle would scowl, and he could just HEAR Florian’s uproarious laughter at such an attempt.<em>’It's her that is supposed to speak of no underwear, you ox!’</em>the Frenchman would laugh.  Shaking his head slightly, Aleks pressed on, not catching Mack’s meaning, despite her cheeky look.<br/><br/>“Huge?  Hardly!  Well, I might be larger than average, and certainly for here, but I am hardly the biggest in my school.”  Looking around, Aleks tried to spot an example, but failed to see any, so he mentally shrugged.  “But, as you say, your flattery has not gone unnoticed.”  Picking up the fox, Aleks brought it to his face, his eyes lining up with those slightly lopsided ones on the stuffed creature.   “So, this seeing, does it go both ways?”<br/>