<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Noz6AY7.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>Mathilda Wolff (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655387#msg14655387)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong>    </td><td>Deputy Headmistress of Durmstrang | Dark Arts Instructor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>    </td><td>No-Maj Born (specifically stateside)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>    </td><td>11 ¾" | Acacia | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.imgur.com/6U00Zja.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>    </td><td>Summer Uniform (https://i.imgur.com/bDzECgX.png) | Gold Aiguillettes (https://i.imgur.com/uZvRGkC.png) | Glowing Blue Nails (https://imgur.com/DyyUT0k) | Edelweiss Ring (https://i.imgur.com/Z6RufO6.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>    </td><td>Tuesday, September 3rd 2019 | 0500</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>    </td><td>Deputy Headmistress Office (https://i.imgur.com/InUOg8Z.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>    </td><td>Awaiting a Report from ‘der Polarersoldat’</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>    </td><td>‘The Old Castle’ (https://youtu.be/EUEvLWHWr-I) from Pictures at an Exhibition by Modest Mussorgsky</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>    </td><td>Raynor Nordskov | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/InUOg8Z.png)</div><br/>By 0500,<acronym title="Stellvertretende Schulleiterin">Deputy Headmistress</acronym>Wolff had been awake for an hour already. Over the years she had trained her body  to wake at 0400, with or without an alarm. Furthermore, her austerity saw to it that there was no additional warmth in her bed beckoning her to linger, so her day began the moment her eyes opened. She spent the frigid hour before dawn’s twilight in seclusion, running through exercises and advanced drills in the privacy of her chambers before bathing and then settling into a hearty breakfast taken at the desk in her office.<br/><br/>The news delivered last night that Mathilda and Evdokiya would be accompanying the students in place of Headmaster Maximovich was yet another surprise to the Deputy Headmistress. When she learned that the Triwizard Tournament was reinstated, she immediately assumed that her promotion was given to keep Maximovich’s seat warm until he returned with the cup, but it seemed the old fox had more up his sleeve than he let on.<br/><br/>Fortunately, so did she.<br/><br/>On her desk was a simple black computer, a plate with fish and egg, and a large manila envelope with “DER POLARSOLDAT-PROJEKT” stamped on the front. She unwound the string and opened the folder’s flap, reaching in to remove a stack of papers and a red leather-bound notebook.<br/><br/>Mathilda used the side of a fork to slice the salmon and then drug it through the vibrant yellow of the poached egg as she opened the notebook to observe the data with a critical eye. Each page was filled with rows and columns labeled with timestamps, vital signs, and the corresponding numbers. The notebook was nearly full but when she flipped to the back the columns were emptier and she watched the numbers scratch onto the paper, all in her neat penmanship despite using her hands for breakfast instead of writing.<br/><br/>There was no way Deputy Headmistress Wolff would allow her<acronym title="Polar Soldier">‘Polarersoldat’</acronym>to undertake this experimental project without the proper observation so she’d given him a necklace (https://i.imgur.com/gaoV1n4.png) to track his progress lest the schedule best him.<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/j9N4CAM.png)</div><br/>It had taken her years of independent research and study on top of her regular duties, but Mathilda had designed a program guaranteed to yield results. In the north, where polar day and night occur, the body’s circadian rhythms are interrupted, allowing for restructuring. Using an endless cycle of biphasic sleep (sleeping for 8 hours in two 4 hour shifts), personalized dietary consumption, and an integrated curriculum, Wolff's vision for the future of Durmstrang was ambitious indeed.<br/><br/>Alas, the project was in its infancy. The Headmaster had agreed to the program on a volunteer basis before the end of last term, and there had been only one: Raynor Nordskov.<br/><br/>Truthfully, Mathilda was not surprised at the lack of interest. Her class was well known to be the most grueling and Durmstrang was not known for its relaxed atmosphere. The schedule demanded more than the institution had ever asked of its pupils before, all of which was done over the summer. To sleep in 4 hour shifts, eat the diet she devised, and practice the drills she expected while on summer break was a task she did not expect the average twenty-something to desire.<br/><br/>Thus, when the cuckoo clock struck the hour and Mr. Nordskov was not yet in her office, Mathilda did not appear upset. She ate her breakfast quietly while writing down additional notes onto the pages. A fire was roaring in the small grate, lighting up the cozy space to reveal the beautiful architecture as well as a single chair sat opposite her desk, a chair that would<em>soon</em>be filled.