<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/iYMzy1y.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>Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Penthouse Bar -- Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Shark Infested Waters</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>R. Strauss: Salome, Scene 1: Wie schön ist die Prinzessin Salome heute Nacht! (https://youtu.be/XUloXynziZw)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td>Dyani | Aaren | <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">Konstantin is using hate speech in his thoughts which include slurs against LGBTQIA. His mentality is unacceptable no matter the era, and he does not in any way reflect my person views.</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Had there not been two distinct tasks to accomplish before the duration of the night, Konstantin would have been perfectly content to skip the Darley soiree. He was not the type of man to value the opinions of his peers so he did not have any interest in making friends or establishing ‘meaningful connections’ with any of his opposition. As the British would say, he was not here to make friends. No, Konstantin’s objectives for the night of October the 26th were exceedingly simple: to observe the competition for the tournament, which would be easier to do when the beasts feasted on alcohol, and most importantly, to rekindle the flame between himself and Dyani Steele.<br/><br/><acronym title="My Pet, your Lord is coming"><em>Mein Haustier, dein Herr kommt.</em></acronym><br/><br/>Dyani Steele<em>belonged</em>to him. They had grown up together, dueled together, and the two were a natural pair made for companionship, like oil and vinegar, a timeless classic. He, Sigfried, the dragonslayer, and she, Brunhild, the virgin goddess who shunned her divinity after learning the bitter truth. He had<em>always</em>loved her, and for a time in their teenage years, he’d had her. They spent glorious years sharpening themselves against the hard stone of their minds and bodies. Alas, she had drifted away. After the fallout with her father, which the old man<em>still</em>complained about at great length in loud Russian, Konstantin had lost contact with her altogether. It was like she had disappeared. New mobile number, new address, new email, new social media. She was hiding, like a coward, and he would smoke her out.<br/><br/>He arrived late to the party, which was highly uncharacteristic for such a disciplined man, but it was purposeful. He wanted Dyani to be on edge. He’d gotten her new mobile number from her brother Jace after learning that the Tri-Wizard Tournament was to be reinstated, but hadn’t made use of it until earlier that night.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Texts</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gZSeNcQ.png)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/TC96Trs_RUZ9fMkusLqJPyBZsfFawlR8HsbyRmcanOvv-y5Mnm4rH0fraGmNtk5n4Tw)(https://i.imgur.com/oyjuAOH.png)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>To: <acronym title="My Pet">Mein Haustier</acronym><br/>From: Konstantin König<br/>26/10/2019<br/>19:09</strong></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center">It's been too long, mein Haustier. I'll see you tonight.</div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oyjuAOH.png)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/TC96Trs_RUZ9fMkusLqJPyBZsfFawlR8HsbyRmcanOvv-y5Mnm4rH0fraGmNtk5n4Tw)(https://i.imgur.com/gZSeNcQ.png)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>To: Unknown Number<br/>From: <acronym title="My Pet">Mein Haustier</acronym><br/>26/10/2019<br/>19:14</strong></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center">I would ask how you got this number but I have a feeling I already know...<br/>You're right, though. It has been quite some time. You look good. </div><br/><hr/></div></div><br/><br/>Her response had been less biting then he’d expected. By all accounts, if this text reply was any indication, his pet had not forgotten as much of her training as he’d feared. Not only had she not told him to go suck a sausage, which he was fully prepared for, Dyani had instead opted to compliment him, which only made him smirk as he ascended the stairs towards the blood-soaked light outside of the penthouse. He entered the dim foyer filled with columns and stuffed his hands in his pocket, his coat slung over his arm. Upon seeing the plump house elf, Konstantin smiled, giving his lesser a nod as he handed his coat over. He had not expected there to be such obvious signs of class privilege in the world that Granger had torn down, but there she was, ready and willing to serve her station as bidden by her mistress.<br/><br/>For a second, all was right with the world. Maybe Brexit had been good for the UK after all.<br/><br/>Gabby raised an eyebrow at him.<em>“Ya gonna stare or gimme the coat, laddie?”</em>she asked impatiently, rolling her eyes and grumbling as she took the black wool and disappeared into the back.<em>“Looks like a bloody ghost, he’s so pale.”</em><br/><br/>Now into the main hall, Konstantin casually tucked a hand into his pocket and sauntered over to the bar. With a casual glance, he eyed the crowd gathered there – a blonde in gold, a mulatto Kim Kardashian, a shy looking brunette talking to a heavenly Amazonian, and a ‘trap,’ an ugly and un-passable one at that, for which Konstantin would not fall – but did not see Dyani. Though there was no shortage of attractive new skirt, he was a very particular man and liked his women to be of a certain pedigree. He did, however, spot Nadia and allowed his shark-like eyes to briefly pierce hers from a distance, almost as a threat.<br/><br/>Leaning his elbow on the corner of the bar where the gentleman tender was standing, currently drying a glass, Konstantin grabbed his attention with a mere look.<acronym title="Plum Water/Plum Brandy">“Zwetschgenwasser,</acronym>neat.” He did not clarify, though he did allow his icy eyes to linger on the tender for any sign of confusion. When none was forthcoming, Konstantin turned from the man while he fixed his drink and surveyed the throng like a shark in blood infested waters. It was<em>no</em>surprise to him that Raynor Nordskov, the mudblood giant with more brawn than brain, was already engaged in a showdown with a sour-faced man several centimeters shorter than the Norwegian. Raynor and Konstantin were both in Year 7 and the disapproval towards one another was famously mutual. However, upon seeing the shy and diminutive girl over which the two hyenas were fighting, Konstantin couldn’t suppress a smirk.<br/><br/><em>They’ve got taste beyond their station.</em><br/><br/>He knew that Raynor was a halfbreed, and a simple assessment of his current adversary, who had just clicked a picture in Raynor’s face the flash of which cut through the scarlet glow like a bolt of lightning, was at the very least low class. He lightly shook his head.<em>So this is the scum that mein Haustier likes to cavort with?</em>How far had the dove fallen?<br/><br/>When his drink was ready, he took the snifter and swirled the amber liquid about as he brought it to his nose. His eyes closed and he inhaled slowly, cherishing the notes of fruit.<strong>“Ah, </strong><acronym title="Ah, it almost smells like home"><strong>es riecht fast nach Zuhause.”</strong></acronym>He didn’t care whether the tender could understand him or not, this was his moment, not the staff’s. Without further ado he lifted his glass slightly and said<acronym title="Cheers"><strong>“Prost,”</strong></acronym>before taking a sip.<br/><br/>He left the bar and wandered towards the dance floor, where he stopped dead in his tracks upon witnessing a beached whale in a bedazzled bikini top and a smaller, white-haired dyke. Konstantin suddenly didn’t feel like dancing anymore, not that modern dances were his forte, but the Eagle knew how to blend when surrounded by rats. Despite how garish and gaudy the place was, he was appreciative of the<acronym title="Living Space">Lebensraum</acronym>. There was even a hallway on the other side of the dance floor, and there, his hawklike vision spotted the blonde hair of his prey. However, she was not alone. Tucked away into a corner with her none other than Aaren Sandstrom. Konstantin merely smirked though. Aaren was a bonafide lily-livered<acronym title="faggot"> Schwuchtel</acronym>if there ever was one.<br/><br/>This would be easier than he thought.<br/><br/>With his drink in one hand and the other swinging casually at his side, Konstantin crossed the floor like a cueball, causing people to move about him as he approached the ‘happy couple.’ Feigning a convincing apologetic expression, making sure to soften his eyebrows and smile hesitantly, Konstantin rapped his knuckles against the end of the hallway so as to alert Dyani and her suitor to his presence before he interrupted them.<br/><br/><strong>“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt.”</strong>The apology was for Dyani only and a shrewd glance to Aaren conveyed exactly that. He was not sorry in the least, but he would be polite, for her.<strong>“But it’s been so long and I haven’t had a chance to say hello yet.”</strong>