<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QNuBtVf.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>Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>    </td><td>Durmstrang Dining Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>    </td><td>Giving her 2 Kopeks</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>    </td><td>Shostakovich Symphony No. 1, Movement II (https://youtu.be/PaHoTomdl8I?t=527)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>    </td><td>Professor Vulchanova | Headmaster Maximovich | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>While Professor Vulchanova countered Mathilda’s points, the Deputy Headmistress listened without interruption. She expected nothing less of the Slavic woman and made eye contact as much as polite conversation dictated to indicate engagement while eating her meal.<br/><br/>Truthfully, there was a great deal the two women disagreed about, but instead of being perturbed by the challenge, Mathilda appreciated it. Direct discourse was idyllic for interpersonal communications. She also knew that Headmaster Maximovich was likely accustomed to Wolff and Vulchanova debates, and was using them as a sounding board because of it.<br/><br/>She preferred to mince her meat, not her words.<br/><br/>When Evdokiya was finished with her assessment, Mathilda dabbed her mouth once more and rebutted in kind.<br/><br/><strong>“Such a limited vision of the future is what has kept Durmstrang in the dark ages, wallowing in inefficiency. Whether you will concede it, global opinion bears <em>every</em> consequence.”</strong><br/><br/>Mathilda set her fork down and sat with her shoulder back against the chair, holding her hands casually in her lap with her legs crossed at the knee under the table.<br/><br/><strong>“Hogwarts and Beauxbatons have a softer curriculum and yet their halls overflow with alumni whereas Durmstrang enrollment dwindles yearly, despite accepting students from the most countries in the largest radius. Statistically, we are at a disadvantage. Where there are more witches and wizards, there will be more talent to draw from, and more choices for champions. The Triwizard Tournament is only for one year but the impact will last much longer. Whatever transpires in Scotland this year, we have the chance to reshape our image.”</strong><br/><br/>Mathilda’s brown eyes drew to Evdokiya's crystalline green and held them. If there was one thing that was clear as day, is that the two women cared about the institute with passion that bordered on overzealousness.<br/><br/><strong>“I do not care about the cup as a trophy to line our halls, but to recruit new blood into them. However I must agree with your assessment of our performance abroad. If our procedures are not maintained at Hogwarts then we stand no chance of winning.”</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes turned to Maximovich.<br/><br/><strong>“Therefore I recommend we send only those who will enforce the highest standard.”</strong>