<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/154884595671951051-4.jpeg)</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> Sebastian Ryan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661698#msg14661698)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inch Bendy / Hawthorn / Unicorn (https://i.imgur.com/Psfnx21.jpg) <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dining hall <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcomes <br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Champagne Supernova (In the Sky) (https://youtu.be/2tS4JTkBXgA)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nadia, Aaren, EJ, Oli, <br/><del>Mathilda</del> Deputy Headmistress Wolff <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">(Russian: заместитель директриса) <br/>(German: Stellvertretende Schulleiterin)</span> </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Each step took him farther away - from the summer of the Quidditch World Cup - and towards the Hall of Durmstrang.<br/>There was not enough light as most fires here weren't real, just dominant displays of magical mastery. It was still cold.<br/>That was precisely the ruthless gothic charm that made this school his home. A huge chunk, if not half his frozen heart.<br/>He was more alive at night anyway, and the cold was a constant reminder and motivator to generate some body heat.<br/>Drawn to borscht at his table, Sebastian Ryan passively scowled at friends who stopped being fuck buddies, like Nadia.<br/>She was gorgeous, she was nice, and so was he and a great many other people. Why so greedy and treat him as an error?<br/><br/>He was a bachelor without a rose to give. He had made that known to plenty people before they got to their knees.<br/><br/>After the revelation of the Triwizard Tourney, Sebastian sliced away at the meat and tomatoes, chewing away his thoughts.<br/>He stared at Mathilda; he flinched at the carelessness of his thought and edited it: Deputy Headmistress Wolff. She had no reaction.<br/>Aaren looked quite serious with his dinner while his sis Linn yelled her head off at him. So he was going. And who else?<br/>Almost all practically beamed or looked on with horror at impending death at where else but Hogwarts. Nadia's name was shouted.<br/><br/>Sebastian was not surprised. Nadia would win them the Cup if she was chosen, and so would he and Aaren if either of them was chosen.<br/>It was a matter of fact. There was no other school as dark as Durmstrang. If it were not for Barty Crouch Jr, Viktor Krum would have won.<br/>Like Nadia and Aaren, he would put his hat in the ring and see if anything came of it. He would drop his name in the Goblet of Fire.<br/>Sebastian glanced at Elias across at a distance. His scowl changed to a hungry smirk. Now there's a sight for sore eyes. Purr.<br/><br/>He rubbed a thumb across his lips, biting onto the bottom softly. How he missed tasting him.<br/>