<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Aq1inij.png)</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>     </td><td>Konstantin König (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14750128#msg14750128)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>     </td><td>Seven</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>13” | Ebony | Dragon Heartstring | Inflexible (https://i.imgur.com/GfBY56D.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>Thursday, 31 October, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Hogwarts Grand Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>The Chosen One</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>Die Walküre, WWV 86B, Act I: Act I Scene 1: Prelude (https://youtu.be/bcJPrH2S8f4)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td><strong>Nadia</strong> | <strong>Open</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>WARNING:</strong>     </td><td><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Trigger and Content Warnings</div><div class="spoiler_body">He is speaking and thinking about Nadia's <acronym title="rape">violation.</acronym> I spoke with Heartsink in advance and got permission to take this scene in an ugly direction. Konstantin’s views are not my views in the slightest.</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em>“You're right, that's why we won the tournament for each of its occurrence, because brave men like yourself guided the glorious Durmstrang Institute to victory every time – Oh wait, we never won.”</em><br/><br/>Her words cut like daggers thanks to her icy tone but Konstantin’s smug grin widened at the remark. How easily the canker blossom unfurled her petals in the presence of a threat. His lips pulled wide into a smile so that the pair of them appeared to be having little more than a conversation over supper. To any foreign onlookers, he was merely a man supping.<br/><br/><strong>“Durmstrang’s history of consistent failure has nothing to do with sex or gender, though I’m not surprised by your misguided analysis.”</strong><br/><br/>He forked a bite of roast into his mouth, chewing while Nadia switched to Russian for her barbs.<br/><br/><em><acronym title="How cute, did you put your name in the goblet?">“Какой милый, ты поставил свое имя в кубок?”</acronym></em>Since he was chewing, Konstantin nodded curtly. There was no need to spoil a nice exchange with unpleasantries – those would come later, and at his beckon, not hers.<em><acronym title="You're gonna show everyone what a real man looks like?">“Ты собираешься показать всем, как выглядит настоящий мужчина?”</acronym></em>Konstantin kept eating his roast, seemingly unbothered by the mudblood’s idiocy.<em><acronym title="You'd have to be worthy, first">“Сначала ты должен быть достоин</acronym>.”</em><br/><br/>Lifting a cloth napkin to his mouth, Konstantin dabbed once before speaking, opting to use the superior German in the light of a language switch. He set the cloth back in his lap and rested his forearm on the table, turning on the bench to address Nadia with more open posture. His knee pressed against her thigh and did not move; a constant warm presence on the outside of her leg.<br/><br/><acronym title="And you think that the Goblet of Fire is an impartial adjudicator of this alleged worthiness?"><strong>“Und Sie glauben, dass der Feuerkelch ein unparteiischer Richter dieser angeblichen Würdigkeit ist?”</strong></acronym>Konstantin snorted derisively.<acronym title="The last tournament claimed the life of an innocent boy because an English criminal managed to bamboozle it."><strong>“Das letzte Turnier forderte das Leben eines unschuldigen Jungen, weil der englische Kriminelle es geschafft hat, es zu schwindle.”</strong></acronym>He turned to Hermione Granger, the mudblood British Minister.<acronym title="And now, the Goblet of Fire has been in the care of a biased political figure"><strong>“Und jetzt hat der Feuerkelch eine parteiische politische Figur gepflegt.”</strong></acronym>He continued to let his knee press against her, wondering if she was as skittish about physical touch as most of the skirts he knew who had been raped. He took a drink from his goblet, one far less impressive than the one at the front of the room, eyeing Nadia over the rim before setting it down.<acronym title="We are playing the lottery, nothing more"><strong>“Wir spielen im Lotto, mehr nicht.”</strong></acronym><br/><br/>As midnight struck, Konstantin straightened his posture and looked to Granger at the front of the Grand Hall, his eyes glittering with the crimson sparks of the Goblet of Fire. Upon seeing her ginger twat of a husband join her, Konstantin’s smirk twisted into a small grimace. Watching Purebloods associate so freely with their lesser was more insulting than nearly anything else. He didn’t care about the bitch from Beauxbatons, by the look of her she would be even more useless than their last champion had been. Besides, France didn’t need to worry its pretty little head about competitions when they could stick to making gorgeous women.<br/><br/>However, Durmstrang’s champion was of the utmost importance...<em>“From Durmstrang, the chosen champion is… Nadia Gaina!”</em><br/><br/>It was only thanks to years and years of military training that kept Konstantin’s face from turning red with anger. It was exactly as he’d expected of a tournament hosted by Granger, fixed so that the women would arbitrarily get a chance despite being clearly inferior. Still seated next to Nadia, Konstantin turned towards his food and stabbed another bite of roast with more aggression than he was using before. The pot roast tasted better than his own words did, that much was for certain, but like a snake he was configuring a strategy to ensure her failure one way or the other.<br/><br/><strong>“Congratulations.”</strong>He was truly jealous but he kept his demeanor mocking, raising his eyebrows at the female ‘champions’ as if that explained his earlier point quite clearly.<strong>“Perhaps it’s a good thing that you’ll have this opportunity to showcase your ineptitude on an international stage.”</strong><br/><br/>Knowing now that Nadia was legally bound to the tournament, he considered whether or not he should save his secret knowledge of her rape for another time, one closer to the Task so that he could ensure her failure. Deciding that this information was best revealed at a later date for maximum impact, Konstantin opted to push her buttons in easier ways.<br/><br/><em>Just you wait, mudblood. I will throw your worst nightmare in your face shortly before the Task.</em><br/><br/>Durmstrang was no home for him, nor was he proud of the institution. They could lose again, so long as it destroyed her in the process.