Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 13:26:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190128/d5994231a2e9532a71a4ba15eeb9596f.png)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Дурмстранг</em></span><br><br><br>(https://pm1.narvii.com/5870/5f48c0d593c86e5e7398ec54695c2a10dedbdf75_hq.jpg)<br><br><br>Durmstrang Institute is a wizarding school located somewhere in the far north of Europe. Rumors have circulated that its location is somewhere in northern Scandinavia. However, because the school is so secretive about its location and practices, no one can be absolutely sure about its whereabouts. Durmstrang is completely unplottable, which means it is utterly hidden from view. Either it was completely removed from all maps, or is magically concealed. Any visitors who travel there must comply with a selective memory wiping charm, which only removes the memories of how they arrived, speak of stunning views and vast, sprawling grounds. One stunning sight happens to be the spectral ship docked at the base of a mountain lake. <br><br>There is a reputation at the school that has started to shift slightly over time, but not by much. Durmstrang is known for being very accepting of the Dark Arts, and although there have been a few nefarious wizards who hailed from Durmstrang, the dark reputation cast over the school was not entirely merited. The first; Harfang Munter, was a man who took over the school after the mysterious death of its founder, Nerida Vulchanova. He helped establish Durmstrang as a highly competitive duelling school and instituted marital magic, both of which are still part of the stringent curriculum today. Second; Igor Karkaroff, who was a Death Eater under Lord Voldermort and fled his position when the Dark Lord was exiled. As Headmaster, his ego knew no bounds and his moral compass was nonexistent. He single handedly created a culture in the Institute of fear and intimidation among students and staff alike. Many parents removed their children from Durmstrang during Karkaroff's rule. Finally, and probably most notably; Gillert Grindelwald, who was one of the most dangerous wizards of the twentieth century. <br><br>Despite these examples which helped Durmstrang develop its dubious reputation, the Institute has undergone some changes in more recent years. Viktor Krum hailed from Durmstrang, and became an international Quidditch star. He also danced with Hermione Granger at the Yule Ball during the last Triwizard Tournament. It may have been one of the only times that a Durmstrang student openly accepted a muggle-born witch. Viktor returned to Durmstrang fighting for the rights of muggle-borns. Though it took a long time to reach the ears of important people, eventually, the right connections were made and the proper people were swayed at the International Confederation of Wizards, and Durmstrang began to allow muggle-born witches and wizards into the Institute. Unfortunately, not everyone here shares the views of Viktor Krum, and there are still blood prejudices behind these doors. <br><br>The castle is not as large as Hogwarts, with only four levels, but the land is vast, surrounded by lakes and mountains. Fires are only lit for magical purposes and the schedule at the school is very strict, making it feel more like an army than a school, sometimes. German and Slavic are spoken most commonly, on campus, though English is known to be spoken often, too. The uniforms vary depending on weather, but generally speaking the students wear fur cloaks and fur hats in the winter time, blood red cloaks with tan britches, and black, leather boots. Students are expected to shine their boots every night, and keep their uniform in excellent condition, no matter what season it is outside. <br><br><br>(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/f3/67/1a/f3671a5b3443919057a0d4d51d67ba8c--harry-potter.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Student Headers:</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--IkVfisoU--/t_Preview/b_rgb:ffffff,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1446235579/production/designs/252341_1)</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> CHARACTER NAME (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> DAY and TIME of day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> WHERE are they<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> WHO are they talking to</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]CHARACTER IMG URL[/img][/floatleft]<br>[floatright][img height=150]SCHOOL CREST URL[/img][/floatright]<br>[table][tr][td][b]NAME:[/b] [url=http://LINK TO CS]CHARACTER NAME[/url]<br>[b]YEAR:[/b] THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br>[b]BLOOD STATUS:[/b] MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br>[b]WAND:[/b] LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br>[b]WEARING:[/b] URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br>[b]DATE | TIME:[/b] DAY and TIME of day<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] WHERE are they<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] WHAT is happening in the post<br>[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] WHO are they talking to[/td][/tr][/table]<br><br><br>[hr]</code></pre><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff Headers:</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--q7kJspad--/t_Preview/b_rgb:191919,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1505543701/production/designs/1904314_1)</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> CHARACTER NAME (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> DAY and TIME of day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> WHERE are they<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> WHO are they talking to</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]CHARACTER IMG URL[/img][/floatleft]<br>[floatright][img height=150]SCHOOL CREST URL[/img][/floatright]<br>[table][tr][td][b]NAME:[/b] [url=http://LINK TO CS]CHARACTER NAME[/url]<br>[b]OCCUPATION:[/b] THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br>[b]BLOOD STATUS:[/b] MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br>[b]WAND:[/b] LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br>[b]WEARING:[/b] URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br>[b]DATE | TIME:[/b] DAY and TIME of day<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] WHERE are they<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] WHAT is happening in the post<br>[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] WHO are they talking to[/td][/tr][/table]<br><br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 13:27:18</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190128/84d014bc8bce650f6b6b3bb1af6f572c.png)<br><br><br>(https://wallup.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/275040-nature-landscape-fjord-Norway-fall-trees-grass-mountain-clouds-Geiranger-748x529.jpg)<br><br><br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in September:</strong> The fall season has a broad range of temps and weather. Summer vibes might last into October, whilst rain turns to snow in early November. A sure sign of fall is when the trees and heath turn yellow and red and leaves start falling off trees. Nature is eye catching in the fall. The mountains are especially beautiful during this time of year, and many people enjoy hikes in the mountain areas or forests. Another aspect about this time of year to keep in mind is that it's harvesting time. The food culture shifts at this time of year, favoring local ingredients and slow-cooked, rich dishes, more fitting for a chilly climate. <br><br><strong>Important Dates this Month:</strong> The first day of school is Monday, 2nd, September, 2019. Students are, as usual, expected to be on time and prepared.<br><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> During this month, Durmstrang students are to remain at Durmstrang Institute. The entire month is open and available for RP. <br><br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Red_Sept.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 18:34:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wakemeup-film.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/lavr-e1488974671385.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://SCHOOL CREST URL)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Nikolai Maximovich<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Durmstrang Headmaster<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11in | Ash | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Uniform, in reverse colors<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2nd, Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcome Speech<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> All of Durmstrang</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Amidst the hushed tones of the returning and newly welcomed students, the sudden and harsh clacking of hard soled boots brought the room to a sudden and respectful silence.&nbsp; As the footsteps drew closer, a tension filled the room, a preparedness of practice in older students and in careful coaching in those just welcomed, so that the moment the figure of the Headmaster entered the Great Dining Hall, everyone present came to stand rigidly tall, all in unison.&nbsp; It was not often that students found themselves in the presence of the Headmaster.&nbsp; Unlike other schools, he did not attend meals at the head table, nor did he often appear in classes.&nbsp; Much of Durmstrang’s continued military-esque bearing was of Headmaster Maximovich’s doing, and a general rarely fraternized with his troops.<br><br>Dressed in the same uniform as his students, but with the colors reversed so that his only bit of color was a blood red stripe across the sable field of the rest of him, the Headmaster did not present an imposing figure.&nbsp; Of medium height and build, with his closely and precisely trimmed greyish white beard and hair, he was a man one might pass on any street in any northern European city and not think twice, and certainly not think you had passed one of the most powerful wizards of his generation.&nbsp; That was until you took one look into the dark intensity of his gaze, a gaze that turned to the still standing collective of students and Staff before him as he took his place at the podium.<br><br>Gripping the dark, lacquered wood emblazoned in the front with a slightly glowing symbol of the school, the Headmaster let the silence hold for a few more seconds before he spoke.&nbsp; “Men and Women of Durmstrang.”&nbsp; He began, rarely using the word students in his speech, for Maximovich thought of this place as more than just as school.&nbsp; “Another year before us.&nbsp; Some faces are new, and to you, I say welcome.&nbsp; Much will be expected of you here.&nbsp; All that you have to give, and more.&nbsp; Whatever you were when you walked through those gates, you are now Durmstrang.&nbsp; Of Durmstrang.&nbsp; For Durmstrang.&nbsp; As you will find hardship, so will you find strength in that.&nbsp; Strength you did not even know you possessed.” Turning from the table where the new students stood in proud but untrained attention, the Headmaster nodded slightly to the other tables.<br><br>“Before you, you see the products of this school.&nbsp; Women and men who have lived and succeeded here, for some time.&nbsp; You will show them the respect the have earned, but only as you strive to earn the same for yourself.&nbsp; To do as they have….or better.&nbsp; For that is the way of Durmstrang, to always do more, to do BETTER.”&nbsp; Slamming his fist against the podium, Maximovich stared across the sea of young faces, and a slight smile, rare and cold as a diamond, flitted across his face.&nbsp; “This year, we have an opportunity to do so in a way that has not been seen in many years.&nbsp; As some of you may know, the English Minister has called for a tournament.&nbsp; For THE Tournament.&nbsp; The TriWizard Tournament.”<br><br>At his words, even the famed discipline of Durmstrang broke as whispers of excitement broke out amongst those students who had not heard, or thought the rumor foolishness.&nbsp; Letting the whispers, and the excitement, build for just a few seconds, it was with the barest shift of his body that the Headmaster brought the room to silence once more.&nbsp; “Durmstrang will answer this invitation.&nbsp; In one month’s time, the best among us shall travel south, there we shall display the full mettle of OUR Durmstrang.&nbsp; This time, there will be no tricks, no extra Champions, there will only be awe as the world sees what we have grown to become!”&nbsp; Clapping his other hand to the wood, that smile returned once again, this time lingering.<br><br>“So, tonight, we dine.&nbsp; No, we feast.” With a wave his of hand, tall bright flames burst from the top of the halls columns, instantly filling the hall with light and warmth not felt in years.&nbsp; “Tonight we build our strength, for starting on the morrow, we prepare.&nbsp; Harder than ever before, for when this Tournament ends, it is Durmstrang who will return home in victory.”<br><br>With one last look around the room, the Headmaster nodded to his Staff, as food appeared at every table.<br><br>“As you were.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 20:57:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU2NzQwODQ2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNTQxODk1MDI@._V1_.jpg)</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> Nadia Găină (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659780#msg14659780)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11¾ inches, Pine, Dragon heartstring, Springy<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang student uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had"<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Gary Jules - Mad World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4N3N1MlvVc4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Nikolai Maximovich</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Nadia was seated among her fellow students, all wearing identical uniforms except for the slight variation for women. There was a heavy, imposing silence in the hall as everyone waited for the arrival of Headmaster Maximovich. Nadia did her best to appear her usual self, but her cheek muscles were getting sore from all the forceful smiles, and her ears were done hearing the same platitudes. She was glad for the silence, a moment of respite from the incessant blabber around her. Headmaster Maximovich arrived and everyone stood up mechanically, with Nadia lifting her chin and chest out. <br><br>She followed Maximovich with her eyes, observing the man they rarely saw around the institute. There was nothing impressive about him at first glance, but every Durmstrang student knew better than to even dare talk badly about him. He began his speech, welcoming back the Durmstrang hordes, and the new sheep. He then switched on, mentioning respect and how the way of the institute was to do better and strive for improvement. A few people jumped as Maximovich slammed a fist on the podium, but Nadia saw it coming. The smile that formed on his lips afterwards was just short of disgusting, as far as warming as it could get. <br><br><em>"This year, we have an opportunity to do so in a way that has not been seen in many years. As some of you may know, the English Minister has called for a tournament. For the Tournament. The Triwizard Tournament."</em><br><br>This was news to Nadia, who digested the information quickly, realizing this might be an opportunity for her. <br><br>"<acronym title="Are you going to participate?">Собираетесь ли вы участвовать?</acronym>" the girl to her left whispered in Russian to her attention. <br><br>Nadia ignored her, as it was not the time. They could talk once their Headmaster was done speaking. Maximovich went on to explain he had accepted the invitation and that the tournament would be held south in a month. She preferred it that way. A change of scenery from Durmstrang would be highly welcome. There was no escaping her memories, and she knew that, but the distraction of a tournament was attractive. <br><br>As Maximovich finished his monologue, announcing that Durmstrang would win the tournament, Nadia closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. Food had appeared on every table and students had started talking excitedly about the tournament, everyone wondering who was going to participate and who would be the champion for the institute. Those who wondered had already lost. <br><br>"<acronym title="How was your summer, Nadia?">Как прошло лето, Надя?</acronym>"<br><br>She glanced at the fourth person who had asked her that in the space of an hour, glad however that it wasn't another question or comment about the tournament. <br><br><em>Nothing much. I was in a limbo between trying to kill myself and avoiding my family and friends,</em> she thought, her forced smile not coming this time. <br><br>"<acronym title="Good, it was good... What about yours?">Хорошо, это было хорошо... А у тебя?</acronym>"<br><br>Deflecting questions would become handy. Short answers and a question back, encouraging the other party to talk instead of her. Those were her social weapons for now. She started eating, listening to the person's tales of their summer, not actually interested. Her appetite was meager, but she forced the food in her mouth nonetheless. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 21:46:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a4/54/f3/a454f3228d93600c0aca4fa612c88b2c--craig-mcdean-tilda-swinton.jpg)</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> Evdokiya "Evie" Vulchanova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659325#msg14659325)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Herbology Professor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Cypress| Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding | Inflexible (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIVEIYpLywY/VbLenCFG8pI/AAAAAAAAH2k/acxjQmP2ITo/s1600/Marblewood%2B12in%2BDH%2Bwand%2Bb.jpg) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sparkled, full body, black jumpsuit with four inch black pump heels. (http://www4.pictures.stylebistro.com/gi/Tilda+Swinton+Suits+Jumpsuit+YiZkDY2FAORx.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2nd, Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Sæglópur - Sigur Ros (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmD-9_ZifB8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nikolai Maximovich | OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Fame and glory. That's all some people cared about. Showing the world what they had grown to become. And what was that exactly? As far as Evdokiya had seen in her few years working here, nothing much had changed since she was a student here. Not that she saw much change in the other magical schools either. It wasn't a problem restricted to Durmstrang. It was a magical world problem. Steps were starting to be taken. Students had some magical form of the internet now. But was that really enough? What were they going to show the world that they hadn't already seen? But that was her own personal issue with the tournament. <br><br>Nikolai was enthusiastic about it and Evie was supportive. He had his specific idea of how Durmstrang was going to present itself and she was curious to see how that worked out in the end. Would their students maintain the structure Durmstrang had provided or once they saw the way Hogwarts students carried themselves be a little envious? Evie hadn't been to Hogwarts in a number of years or to Beauxbatons for that matter. But she knew that life at Hogwarts was different from life here at Dumrstrang. Someone like herself flourished here at Durmstrang, but that didn't take away the appeal of a more laxed environment.<br><br>She had nothing against the Headmaster or Deputy Headmistress. They were good people with good intentions. Evie had been here under the reign of lesser Headmasters. Ones who only focused on marial law and darker magics. Nikolai was a strong man with high standards, but he was a good person. Evdokiya respected him. The words he spoke, while she found flaws in them, were truthful. He believed them and that was what mattered.<br><br>Her sharp eyes scanned the dining hall. The students were excited, even if they were a bit more reserved in their excitement. There was an energy in the room that was hard to miss. Evdokiya turned her cold eyes on her colleagues next. As much as was expected of the students, Evie expected more from her fellow professors, "That was a very good speech, Nikolai," she kept it simple. He didn't need a long winded compliment as far as she was concerned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-01-2019, 21:45:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://festivalreviewsdotorg.files.wordpress.com/2016/05/greggsulkin.jpg)</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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <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> Fall Out Boy - Phoenix (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JqY-6q-RNA)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Linn (NPC) | Open (mentions Nadia)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aaren had heard the rumors but, like with most gossip, paid it little attention. The Triwizard Tournament was being discussed again, despite its deadly trials and most certain death for at least one of the would be contestants. He knew that he would enter his name if the gossip turned out to be true, despite his sister’s requests that he keep himself safe at school, where she planned to stay. <br><br>They sat together at one of the long tables, often preferring to eat their meals at the same time. When Headmaster Maximovich announced the news and dismissed them, Aaren eased his rigid shoulders and elbowed his sister. “Told you.” He whispered. A few others at their table noticed when she whined. “Yeah, so you were right, but that doesn’t mean you should go!” She protested, crossing her arms defiantly. <br><br>“I have to go,” Aaren insisted as he started in on his food. With a sweep of his eyes he looked around at his classmates and friends, smiling to a few, though his stare stopped on Nadia. She was whispering with a friend of hers - or someone he assumed to be her friend, anyway - and didn’t notice he was looking. At least, not yet. Aaren’s smile faded slightly. <br><br>It had been years since they were a couple, but admittedly, he still missed her sometimes. <br><br>“Are you listening to me?!” He suddenly heard Linn practically shout at him, the end of her fork jammed against his arm. Aaren shook his head, snapping out of his straying thoughts, and looked down at the fork poking into his arm, before flicking it away with a swat of his hand. “I know, Linn. Look, I’ll be safe. I promise.” He made sure his sister understood his words, before returning to his meal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>31-01-2019, 05:22:39</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Mathilda Wolff (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655387#msg14655387)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Deputy Headmistress of Durmstrang | Dark Arts Instructor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>No-Maj Born (specifically stateside)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>11 ¾" | Acacia | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.imgur.com/6U00Zja.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </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>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Durmstrang Dining Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Occupying Proximity</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Shostakovich Symphony No. 1, Movement II (https://youtu.be/PaHoTomdl8I?t=527)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Professor Vulchanova | Headmaster Maximovich | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>It had not taken long for Mathilda Wolff to adapt to the harsh reality of life at Durmstrang.<br><br>In fact, seeing her stride the halls in a starched crimson uniform with her hair cinched into an artful knot at the base of her neck, the 30-year-old American looked as much a part of the institution as the stonework. It was difficult to think that merely four years ago, she had arrived at the ancient castle to accept the position of Assistant to the Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor. Of course, when she had arrived she never would have considered herself soft. After all, she was raised with the commonplace&nbsp; <acronym title="storm and stress"><em>sturm und drang</em></acronym> that plagued her Austrian ancestors and had succeeded in life by meticulously scheduling it to such an extent that her personal life suffered to near extinction. <br><br>Still, Durmstrang asked for more.<br><br>Her physical education had required the greatest deal of discipline. Her mind was a tool that had been sharpened daily since her youth, but her body, while slim, was weak. Delicate. Her muscles were undeveloped and her stamina inexcusably limited. Had she more time to prepare for the job the she would have trained like a soldier preparing for boot camp but alas, she had barely enough time to say goodbye to her loved ones and move across the ocean. The castle too was cold and dark as well, preserving the tradition of sparing fire and light only for magical purposes. Thus, the morning drills at 0600 were a gloomy and frigid affair. <br><br>After a month, she barely noticed the cold. After three, her body’s internal clock woke her before the alarm. After six, she was already teaching in intermediate Russian. <br><br>Yes, Mathilda had changed. Instead of designer labels, she was never seen outside of her uniform, and now, she wore a different sort of boot, one that send a decidedly stronger noise down the hall than did the stilettos she preferred at home. <br><br>At Durmstrang, Professor Wolff had no friends, family, or lover, only a single-minded zeal to succeed that had kickstarted her meteoric rise.<br><br>Seated at the right hand of an empty chair that was clearly meant for the Headmaster, Mathilda was resplendent in her uniform, complete with golden aiguillettes (https://i.imgur.com/uZvRGkC.png) of her newfound station as Deputy Headmistress. Though no one would be able to tell from the placid expression on her dollike face, the promotion had come as a genuine surprise.<br><br>When Headmaster Maximovich entered the dining hall, Mathilda rose to her feet with poise and remained at-attention without any expression whatsoever, even as she listened to the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament, which sent a palpable ripple of excitement. <br><br>Mathilda’s brown eyes took a cursory glance over the crowd to see which students appeared most interested and which of them she hoped <em>would</em>. <br><br>The sudden flash of light as the columns erupted with fire was enough to force Mathilda to squint momentarily before the warmth and light fell over the entire dining hall like a wool blanket, accompanied by the arrival of the feast.<br><br>She sat down at her empty plate and ignored the platters before her to pour a glass of cold water into a goblet. Taking a long, slow pull from it, she replaced it and then used a fork and carving knife to slice the roast beef. <br><br><em>“That was a very good speech, Nikolai.”</em><br><br>Hearing the sonorous alto of the Herbology Professor, Ms. Vulchanova, Mathilda glanced in her direction and then offered a simple greeting of <acronym title="Good evening"><strong>“Добрый вечер”</strong></acronym> to both she and the Headmaster before politely forking a bite of bloody meat into her pink lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 06:49:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/867083333494333441/iCVXtTCl.jpg)</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> Elliott Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday | September 2nd | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Elliott is plotting in his mind<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elias (mentioned) | <strong>Tatyanna</strong> | Sebastian (mentioned)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr>It felt great to be back at Durmstrang. Elliott wasn't exactly sure why it did but at the end of the day, all that mattered was that he felt great. His eyes scanned around and eyed various people to see all of the new people that had entered their institute as the headmaster spoke about them. Elliott then rolled his eyes a bit as if the speech was the same every single year but his head did quip up whenever the mention of the Triwizard Tournament came up. He was so going to enter his name into the tournament and just hope for the best. He wasn't really looking to win or anything, much like destroy and eliminate the competition. If there was going to be any competition that is.<br><br>Once the headmaster was finished, he had loosened up a bit as he began plotting in his mind. It was very clear that he was thinking as his whole mood and face displayed that. The food appeared in front of them and he did not grab anything yet as he just had to think a bit more than shrugged his shoulders. This Triwizard Tournament was going to be a fun event and he hoped to make the best of it while also tearing down the competition. Elliott finally reached up and grabbed a few items to put on his plate as his brother sat beside him, who he nudged with a smirk. <strong>"Dude, I am so ready for this tournament."</strong> But Elias said nothing as he was a bit occupied at the moment.<br><br>Elliott shook his head then turned back to eating, completely forgetting the fact that Tatyanna was sitting right beside him.&nbsp; Since he could not converse with his brother at the moment, he'd had to engage into a conversation with her for the time being. <strong>"I am so ready for this tournament."</strong> He did not have anything else to say or discuss currently as that was the only thing on his mind right now. <strong>"Are you going to enter or even thinking about it?"</strong> He'd ask her with a small smile before placing an item of food into his mouth. His eyes then went back towards his brother, who he hoped wasn't thinking about Sebastian. His eyes rolled before he turned his attention back to Tatyanna.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 07:36:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU2NzQwODQ2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNTQxODk1MDI@._V1_.jpg)</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> Nadia Găină (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659780#msg14659780)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11¾ inches, Pine, Dragon heartstring, Springy<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang student uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had"<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Gary Jules - Mad World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4N3N1MlvVc4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren Sandstrom, Linn Sandstrom (NPC), Durmstrang students around, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Nikolai Maximovich</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Nadia barely listened to the person's answer, as they mentioned going to Greece. She smiled politely, before a male classmate intervened and tried to ask her something but noise in the adjacent table interrupted him. Nadia recognized Linn Sandstrom's tone, as she raised her voice to get the attention of someone, who Nadia suspected was Aaren. She turned her head their way and regretted it immediately as she looked at her ex boyfriend, the one she had left before entering university. She hadn't seen him since... Since just before the incident. If she had stayed with him then... She wouldn't have... Maybe... The whole thing wouldn't have happened... <em>It's all my fault, isn't it?</em> she thought, not realizing she was staring at Aaren. <em>They did it because... because I stayed and passed out... If I hadn't listened... If I had left as intended... Maybe I brought it to myself? I should have known... He was too insisting... I can't trust them... Not even...</em> She suddenly realized she had locked eyes with Aaren and looked down as she got caught staring. <br><br>Being back at Durmstrang was more difficult than she thought it would be. Everything around her reminded her of what happened. A lot of the people around her, her friends included, were at the party back then. She had avoided them in the summer, but she was bombarded with questions now. Thankfully, the Triwizard Tournament was on everyone's lips, as Maximovich declared Durmstrang was going to win it. That statement apparently tempted several to participate. After all, Durmstrang had always been competitive and filled with prideful souls. <br><br>"Hey Nadia, are you going to enter the tournament?" the male classmate asked, getting slightly too close to be heard to Nadia's liking. She moved her head back slightly and her right hand reached for her wand by reflex, but she calmed down as the English words became meaningful after being processed by her brain. <br><br>"Yes," she replied simply, trying her best not to appear annoyed, even though she was. <br><br>"Oh! Nadia's gonna be our champion, everyone!" the classmate roared, prompting some exclamations and support from those seating around her. While her grades ranged from outstanding to exceeding expectations, Nadia had never considered herself a model student or a dangerous witch. It appeared some of her classmates had a different opinion. She sure didn't have the same confidence in herself as they had in her, at least not anymore. <br><br>"I just confirmed I was entering..." she murmured, glancing back towards Aaren and Linn, hoping they weren't looking her way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 10:28:49</strong>
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				<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 style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">(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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>02-02-2019, 05:00:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.fbtb.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Katie-Sackhoff.jpg)</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> Tatyana Lauritzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665699#msg14665699)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 3/4 / Spruce / Horned Serpent horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Female school uniform perfectly presented<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elliott </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Tatyana felt right at home standing there in the dining hall for the first time that year. She'd go near mad over the summer with all the free time she had. Granted that was what it was normally like for her. So she'd trained the whole time, running and lengths of her families land so many times she'd broken down two pairs of boots. Granted despite the lack of a strict timeline Tatyana still managed to keep herself in top form. So when she'd returned to school, she could almost literally hit the ground running.<br><br>She stood at perfect attention as the headmaster walked slowly into the dining hall. Her eyes following the older man as he made his way to the head of the room. Her mind rolling over what could have brought him before them. That was when Tatyana recalled the announcement of the TWT and excitement bubbled up within her. This was something she lived for. The competition, the challenges, the sounds of victory and pride that she could bring to her school. It took a great deal of restraint to contain the smile that wanted to come to her lips till they were allowed to fall at ease.<br><br>Taking her seat Tatyana didn't shy away from grabbing some food for herself. After all, you had to feed the machine if you wanted to keep it running. It was clear though that she was eating for the nutritional benefit more than flavor. Her attention turned from her food though when she hears Elliot speak to her.<br><br>It was of no surprise that he spoke up more easily around her then Elisa his brother. Normally Elisa was running off, or pushing his brother forward, so he could avoid interacting with her. The fact that he seemed so nervous around her still entertained her to no end. Not that she'd admitted it to him just yet, though she suspected Elliot knew as much. "Are you really? Perhaps we should see to test that fact this month?" she asked and looked to him as if questioning just how to push him to the limit. "Of course I am, I'd be honored to be chosen to bring the victory home. Do you..." she looked him over for a moment before meeting his eyes once more, "Plan on entering your name?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 22:21:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wakemeup-film.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/lavr-e1488974671385.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://SCHOOL CREST URL)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Nikolai Maximovich<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Durmstrang Headmaster<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11in | Ash | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Uniform, in reverse colors<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2nd, Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Evdokiya, Mathilda</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>With the students released to their dinners and speculations, Nikolai took the rare occasion to sit at the head table place always reserved for him, reaching across for some of the food present as the warm of the fires swept over the school body as surely did the thrill of potential victory.&nbsp; More than potential if he had his way of course, but Headmaster Maximovich was no fool.&nbsp; Hogwarts taught differently than he preferred, but he would not doubt there effectiveness either.&nbsp; Many a great wizard had come from that school and he doubted it was all blind luck.&nbsp; Beauxbatons.....he had less concern with.&nbsp; He had only met their Headmistress on a few short occasions, and while he had not initially been impressed, he was certain there was more beneath the surface.<br><br>Not feeling the need to make conversation, he never the less stopped to turn and nod when Herbology professor spoke.&nbsp; Again that small smile played across the Headmaster's lips as he took the woman in in her sparkly pant sure.&nbsp; She never seemed to choose to wear a uniform like many of the others, and it always amused Nikolai that she wore her clothes in such a way that it seemed like it was the rest of them that were out of place.&nbsp; "High praise,&nbsp; Evdokiya."&nbsp; He replied, nodding again, as he knew that the woman was perhaps not sparse with her words, but didn't feel the need to bury you in them either.&nbsp; When the Deputy Headmistress spoke as well, Nikolai inclined his head slightly in greeting, before speaking for ears no further than the head table.&nbsp; "A momentous time indeed.&nbsp; I would head your thoughts, both of yours, on the matter."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 05:09:09</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Mathilda Wolff (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655387#msg14655387)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Deputy Headmistress of Durmstrang | Dark Arts Instructor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>No-Maj Born (specifically stateside)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>11 ¾" | Acacia | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.imgur.com/6U00Zja.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </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>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Durmstrang Dining Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Giving her 2 Kopeks</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Shostakovich Symphony No. 1, Movement II (https://youtu.be/PaHoTomdl8I?t=527)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Professor Vulchanova | Headmaster Maximovich | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Sebastian Ryan</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>At peace in silence, Mathilda ate her meal as she did everything else -- with meticulous precision. She drew her knife cleanly through the meat on her plate without a single snag, sliced it into uniformly sized bites, and chose her portions systematically so that her meal did not lack necessary nutrients. <br><br>Yes, the Deputy Headmistress was a strict and frugal woman even with herself, and her meals were no exception.<br><br>Pausing to take a drink of glacial water from a pewter goblet, Mathilda dabbed once at the corner of her mouth. She appraised the congregation of witches and wizards before her with her characteristic stoicism. Like any quality educator, in her two years as instructor of Defense Against the Dark Arks, she kept extensive notes to monitor the students’ progress. In year’s past, Durmstrang had been irrelevant, but with the Triwizard Tournament at hand, they could display the fruits of Mathilda’s labor on a global stage. <br><br>Professor Wolff might have been small, young, and American, but her meteoric rise hadn’t come without merit. She’d climbed the ranks quickly, as a foreigner <em>and </em>woman, and it was entirely a product of her dogged determination. <br><br>Nearly every one of Professor Wolff’s Defense Against the Dark Arts classes took place in the Institute’s stone arena, where she ran drills again and again until students were sweating, sore, and occasionally bloodied. Perhaps to the surprise of many, there was no task she demanded of the cadets that she did not demand of herself, so she too sweat and bled, never allowing herself a moment’s respite in her eternal quest for mastery. <br><br>To share this enthusiasm for improvement, Professor Wolff ended each class with prearranged duels set on a rotating schedule to ensure that each person had the chance to battle every classmate multiple times during the term.&nbsp; Additionally, she hosted two hours of Dueling Practice every night after supper, where she flung curses as if she were trying to cause harm. There, she transformed from the stoic Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor into a capable wielder of the Dark Arts. Though she took no joy in causing misery, her pupils would learn <em>exactly</em> what to expect from themselves in times of need.<br><br>However, as martial and physical as her class was, the cultured and demanding Professor Wolff never ignored intellectual pursuits. <br><br>Every Monday was spent in a traditional classroom, pouring over theories, incantations, and spell-sequences for every type of scenario, and at the beginning of each term classes were provided a syllabus with the topics and due dates for 6 essays, which in total counted for 25% of their overall marks.<br><br>It was no shock to her that Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the most dreaded classes, and one where tempers rose the most. Rather than argue with anyone who displayed obstinance, Professor Wolff would dismiss disturbances to run laps, more drills, or detention. She did not care about the egos of her pupils, she cared about growth, and now that she was Deputy Headmistress Wolff, she only cared about what what steps came next. <br><br>Coming back to the present moment after a brief departure, Mathilda felt a pair of eyes boring into her from a distance. Sebastian Ryan -- one of her more brilliant but headstrong students -- was staring at her with a wolfish hunger that caused her dark brow to lower threateningly over her honey-brown eyes. She let the sharpened prongs of her fork sink into meat and boiled carrot while returning the look for a single second, and then blinking like a bored cat and looking away. <br><br>Just then, Mathilda heard a deep, rasping baritone come from her left, one thick with a Russian accent as they used English as the common language between them.<br><br><em>“A momentous time indeed.&nbsp; I would heed your thoughts, both of yours, on the matter.”</em><br><br>Finishing her bite of food at the same leisurely pace she always ate with, Mathilda set her fork down and then cleared her palette with a sip of water. When she spoke, she matched his volume so that the conversation remained between she, Evdokiya and Maximovich. She draped her napkin back over her lap before she spoke. <br><br><strong>“It’s an excellent opportunity. The institute’s reputation is unfoundedly dark, and overall we suffer from poor opinion globally.”</strong> It was clear that the Deputy Headmistress did not mince words but did not fling them like darts either. <strong>“With the reinstatement of the Triwizard Tournament, we have an opportunity to show the world who we are.”</strong> Her eyes drew over the men and women before them once again, feeling the smallest surge of pride well in her chest. <strong>“We will demonstrate the enviable product of a unified Durmstrang.”</strong><br><br>Her eyes turned back to her superior. <br><br><strong>“However, I would be remiss if I did not express some hesitation. How much organization has gone into this year’s tournament, and more importantly, why is the Ministry reinstating it now? The previous Triwizard Tournament was a tragedy for the Diggory family, one suffered due to negligence. Are we certain that Hogwarts is secure?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 09:01:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/charlie-carver-teen-wolf.jpg)</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> Elias Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ignoring his brother while lusting over Sebastian<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elliott (Mentioned) | Sebastian (Mentioned) | Tatyanna (Mentioned) | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Him and his brother walked side by side to the dining hall and Elliott could not stop chatting about the rumors. It was tiring to hear him yap about it repeatedly and at this point, Elias just started to tune him out but added in <em>'Oh, cool.'</em> about after every sentence. He hated doing that to his brother but he had to feel the disinterest that practically vibed off of him. Once they were seated, he kept on as Elias eyed him and nodded his head at every word but luckily, the headmaster voice came into play and silenced Elliott. <em>'Thank heavens.'</em> Elias thought to himself as he turned around to face the headmaster as he spoke.<br><br>The mentioning of the Triwizard Tournament made him facepalm himself as he just had to mention it. Elias wanted no part of it but was going to support Durmstrang, no matter who was apart of the tournament. When the headmaster was finished and food appeared in front of them, his eyes weren't exactly on the food but on something else rather delicious. His eyes followed the other male, Sebastian, as he walked across the room and finally, they noticed each other.<br><br>His brother's words were muted at this point as his lust for Sebastian muted everything. His gesture literally made him melt as Elias licked his bottom lip before he pressed them back together and kept his gaze on Sebastian. How he missed those times alone with that one. Elias turned back around because he was getting a bit aroused just thinking about those memories. He had snapped back and overheard Elliott's and Tatyanna's conversation.<br><br>Of course, they were chatting about the tournament. Who wasn't at this point? The whispers and mutters of everyone were about the exact same thing so for now, he'll just enjoy his food and tone out the conversations that were happening around him. Although, he did sneak another peek back at Sebastian before he quickly turned his gaze back to face his food, which he enjoyed mostly right about now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 09:25:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/867083333494333441/iCVXtTCl.jpg)</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> Elliott Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday | September 2nd | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Elliott is trying to get his brother to join in on the conversation<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elias (mentioned) | <strong>Tatyanna</strong> | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><strong>"You know me, I like a challenge."</strong> He had shot a wink her way out of playfulness. A little smile even began to slowly spread across his lips because of how Elias was so scared to interact with Tatyanna. She wasn't that bad. Well, at least not to him she wasn't. <strong>"Yes, really."</strong> He had taken another bite from his food before he heard her say that she really wanted to bring the win home to Durmstrang. Elliott had turned his head to face her then followed her eyes as they looked him over.<br><br>Their eyes met once more and Elliott nodded his head. <strong>"Oh, yes. I plan on being the first one to enter."</strong> He had commented with a firm head nod then raised a brow up at her. <strong>"Well, what if I brought home the trophy?"</strong> He breathed before he continued. <strong>"Would you be jealous or celebrate with us?"</strong> That was a rather hard-hitting question but knew that she'd be truthful with him.<br><br>His elbow met with his brother's side as he was seemingly indulging into the food much more than their conversation. Elliott shook his head then turned his gaze back towards Tatyanna. <strong>"Well?"</strong> He had taken another bite out of his food then reached up to take a sip from his beverage. The more Elliott waited for her response, the curious he'd become.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 09:55:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.fbtb.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Katie-Sackhoff.jpg)</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> Tatyana Lauritzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665699#msg14665699)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 3/4 / Spruce / Horned Serpent horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Female school uniform perfectly presented<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elliott </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Tatyana drank from her cup and washed down the first bite of food. She'd not realized how hungry she was till that very moment. The school wasted no time in getting people moved in and settled, they did, after all, have more to get to than normal. They only had a month before those selected for the Triwizard tournament would be heading to Hogwarts. So the staff would no doubt try and fit in as much training as possible. "That I do," she smiled lightly at Elliot. The fact that he'd even approached her in the first place spoke to that. Her intimidating nature had always kept people at bay.<br><br>"Only if I don't beat you there first," she gave him a so there look and glanced over at Elias, "What about you Elias," Tatyana spoke to him suddenly, "Plan on entering with us?" she asked with a straight face before glancing back at his brother.<br><br>Tatyana thought about his question honestly for a moment. And despite the fact that she'd feel cheated in some way. If he were, the better man Tatyana knew she'd have to admit it. When Elliot once again asked her about what she'd feel if he won the trophy, "Both," she said with a laugh, "But I'll get over being jealous if you buy the first round." she nudged him with her elbow lightly and took another bite of food. "I swear if I had to help one more newbie move in I was going to start running a tab. But you know if we didn't get everyone settled in, they would have made us all pay." Tatyana shook her head and stretched out her legs in front of her a bit and leaned back in her seat. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 04:13:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/10/93/8010931c7aa5262718f039b6887c517f.jpg)</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> Urvan Vsevolodovich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14669809#msg14669809)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 | Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Traditional Uniform. Tattoos covered <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting with some peeps. Thinking of good ole memories. <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lazy Eye - Silversun Pickups (https://youtu.be/z-mxBDuRaZ8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tatyana, Elliott, Elias, OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>It made natural sense that Urvan would sit at the table and listen quietly. In truth, there was very little for him to say and instead he took this time to take his piercing blue eyes and scan each and every single person sitting at his table in Durmstrang. It was a curious world that he currently lived in. A world which had taken him many days of meditation to come to realization with and understand. In truth, it felt like he always believed in magic--even as a young child. Just the way an escape from reality would make him feel was entrancing. However, adapting from the worker mindset that his father and mother plagued on the forefront of his brain to the open-minded nature of magic and the endless possibilities was hard for him to struggle with. It took him years, struggling to find an answer like a hopeless artist searching for his new masterpiece. The solution ended up being simple. Balance. Within his mind and within his body. <br><br>In result, he ended up with a pretty rocking body which was assisting him in finding some balance within his lustful desires and romantic wants. <br><br>The uniform fit him tightly around his broad shoulders and lean muscled arms, but it was sized properly to fit his form. His hair was cut short, as he never liked the sensation of something like hair clouding his vision. He blended in with the rest of them, but it was possibly the tattoos that would often set him apart. However, not today as they were all hidden by the uniform. It was tricky on how rags people would wear could force someone into conformity, which only let those ice blue piercing eyes to set him apart from the rest. His hands rested at the table, clutching a fork, and he listened to the announcement of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. A chance for Durmstrang to find balance among Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. He was unsure why the universe had decided to play him such a tricky card of being at this school. Why had he not been born in England, instead? <br><br>Surely things would have been more different for him there. Less strict. A place where they would allow an artist to freely explore anything... and everything. That thought left a lingering look on his eyes, which automatically fell on Elias with his twin brother Elliot. They may have been twins, but Urvan always liked the way Elias held himself over Elliot. Maybe it was also because Elias had been close over the summer. Visiting him in the most common and off the beaten path of places to find that passion and steamy form of art that he had been searching for. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a smile as he thought of his hands slipping down Elias' washboard abs, only leading to the the symphony of lust singing further down South. <br><br>Urvan was blinded by this lust. Not denying the fact to himself that he caught a few feels, but he kept it internalized. Still, he was bit by cupid's bow close enough to ignore the additional attention Elias was receiving from other admirers. Urvan was oblivious. Struggling to find balance in infatuation. <br><br>People were talking about joining the tournament and Urvan tore at the chicken from his plate. Wiping his mouth after he chewed to look at Tatyana. Another friend that was just such a fire to be around. The woman was a beauty. Fine toned muscle and a personality to match. Someone that he would be proud to call his friend... and some. Plus, her body was perfect to sketch if she would only stand still for a moment. It took a lot to keep a woman like Tatyana occupied, but damn did she make a most eccentric workout partner. <br><br>"Well, if you're all planning on joining. I may as well. Durmstang needs a win, and this may be just the one. We should increase the odd," Urvan said to both Elliot and Tatyana from a few seats down. He had been listening in on their conversation, but was friendly enough to interject. <br><br>"But who knows... maybe it's more than it's cracked up to be," Urvan said nodding his head toward the staff members huddled and disclosing knowledge that they would never bestow on someone like Urvan. Then he found the perfect opportunity to slip his head toward Elias' way. He blinked a few times and then asked, "What about you, Elias? Do you plan to join?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 09:04:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/867083333494333441/iCVXtTCl.jpg)</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> Elliott Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday | September 2nd | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Elliott still is trying to get his brother to join in on the conversation<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Elias</strong> | <strong>Tatyanna</strong> | <strong>Urvan</strong> | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr>Elliott had placed his hand over his heart at Tatyanna words. If she did beat him, he could admit to the defeat and praise her for bringing the trophy home where it belongs. As long as someone from Durmstrang brought home the trophy, it did not matter who it was, Elliott was still going to be proud to be apart of the tournament and that's all that really mattered to him right now. While Tatyanna muttered towards Elias, Elliott knew that he wasn't going to answer her so he decided upon himself to go ahead and speak. <strong>"I'll buy the first round and even the second one."</strong> As the nudge did not really bother him but he did rub that body part for a moment.<br><br>Her comment about helping the newbies move in made him choke on his food from laughter. He had composed him and was about to comment but Urvan spoke up before he could say anything about it. <strong>"The whole entire school should join in if that's the case, Urvan. But I think your name has to be chosen or something."</strong> He had said with a shrug after Urvan's interjection. <strong>"I don't know. We shall see, I suppose."</strong> Elliott commented to Urvan then eyed Elias now.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, brother. You joining in with us?"</strong> He'd rub his shoulders then nudge him with a chuckle. <strong>"He might not be able to stand the heat that might be thrown at him, to be honest."</strong> Elliott added in that quip about his brother as the spotlight was seemingly on him now. He was more than ready to hear his brother's response on the matter but knew deep down that he wasn't going to join in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 09:29:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/charlie-carver-teen-wolf.jpg)</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> Elias Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ignoring his brother while lusting over Sebastian<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Elliott</strong> | Sebastian (Mentioned) | <strong>Tatyanna</strong> | <strong>Urvan</strong> | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Elias had sat there, mimicking Elliott's and Tatyanna's conversation. It really did not matter who brought the trophy to Durmstrang. Just work as a unit to bring the damn thing back to the school. Better yet, do it for the school and not for the praise of yourselves. He usually did not answer Tatyanna whenever she spoke towards him but not out of rudeness, out of his intimidation for her. <strong>"Well, I am not going to answer that but would like to say that moving in the newbies isn't so bad. To me, at least."</strong> He had sat lowly beside Elliott as if anyone could really miss him and Urvan spoke up. <em>'Whew.'</em> He thought to himself, taking the light off of him for only a moment. His eyes did glance back at Sebastian momentarily before Urvan spoke towards him.<br><br>His gaze quickly snapped back towards Urvan as he asked him if he was joining in on the games. His brother taunted him as Elias gave him a glare before looking at each of them now. <strong>"Honestly, no but I will be there to offer my support to Durmstrang."</strong> His gaze then fell upon Urvan with a smile. <strong>"I am rooting for you mostly though, Urvan."</strong> Elias said with a wink to follow those words. He could feel his brother's glare on him, which also reminded him of his quip.<br><br><strong>"I think you better than anyone, brother. I can definitely stand the heat or shall I remind you of the times I won our battles."</strong> And just like when they were mere teenagers, Elias had worded his brother. Elias gave his head a firm nod and wanted to yell checkmate but kept that to himself for now. His gaze would fall back upon Urvan now. <strong>"After supper, perhaps we could slip out and enjoy a cigarette or two?"</strong> He had asked in an offering, having no one else to enjoy a nice smoke session with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 19:55:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a4/54/f3/a454f3228d93600c0aca4fa612c88b2c--craig-mcdean-tilda-swinton.jpg)</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> Evdokiya "Evie" Vulchanova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659325#msg14659325)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Herbology Professor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Cypress| Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding | Inflexible (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIVEIYpLywY/VbLenCFG8pI/AAAAAAAAH2k/acxjQmP2ITo/s1600/Marblewood%2B12in%2BDH%2Bwand%2Bb.jpg) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sparkled, full body, black jumpsuit with four inch black pump heels. (http://www4.pictures.stylebistro.com/gi/Tilda+Swinton+Suits+Jumpsuit+YiZkDY2FAORx.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2nd, Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Sæglópur - Sigur Ros (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmD-9_ZifB8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nikolai Maximovich and Mathilda Wolff | OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>There was no point in asking for Evie's thoughts. She would provide them whether asked of her to or not. She did allow the Deputy Headmistress her chance to speak first though. It was a ranking thing. One that Evie didn't feel diminished her position and so allowed it without opposition. <br><br>"I have less care or interest in the location of the tournament. Hogwarts has a number of local locations and environments that are easily accessable. It makes sense for it to take place there as it has the majority of the time in the past. What I am concerned with is the fact that Durmstrang has never won the Triwizard Tournament," a sore spot for those who looked into that detail, she was sure, "I feel it would be best to focus on <em>why</em> we have failed a hundred and twenty-five times rather than putting our best foot forward for the world to see. What others think of our school is of no consquence in the end. This isn't a fund raiser. What matters is <em>what are they doing that we are not</em>. What have they been doing for all these years that we are not?"<br><br>The redheaded witch ran a finger along the rim of her drinking glass, "Perhaps it's time Durmstrang loosened the reigns a little. Historically, Durmstrang students tend to be the most recklace in the time between the events at the tournament. There's a reason for that. The supervising professors and Headmasters that go along with are generally overwhelmed with other work and not able to enforce our general standards. If they were allowed a bit less restriction while here before we go, perhaps they will be more inclined to focus."<br><br>"It would not be so terrible an idea in my mind to ask the student body what they feel would be the most effective way to prepare them for the Triwizard Tournament."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 19:57:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://festivalreviewsdotorg.files.wordpress.com/2016/05/greggsulkin.jpg)</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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <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> Fall Out Boy - Phoenix (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JqY-6q-RNA)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Linn (NPC) | Nadia | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aaren thought that he felt a particular pair of eyes on him before he glanced over to check and see if those eyes belonged to his ex, Nadia. As soon as he glanced her way, she peeled her gaze from him, trying to make it look like she hadn’t been staring. He sighed quietly, but Linn followed the line of his eyes to Nadia and gave her brother a bit of a look.<br><br>“You need to move on, Aaren. She’s moved on. A long time ago, at that.” Linn so graciously reminded Aaren. “Thanks,” he spat at his sister, shaking his head at her cruel words. Though, if he were being honest with himself, he’d know that she was right. Nadia and Aaren had a sincere relationship at the secondary level of Durmstrang. But, then she said she needed space. She wanted to experience other things. Which meant… other guys. <br><br>Aaren had to respect her wishes, even if he didn’t want the same thing. It wasn’t that he had spent the years since then hung up on her, but he prevented himself from starting any serious relationships after her. Perhaps it was unintentional. Or, maybe he just couldn’t allow himself to get to that level with another person. <br><br>Although the big citadel where they had their meals was large enough to cause echoes among the chit chat, Aaren still overheard the conversation taking place at Nadia’s table. She confirmed that she was going to sign up for the tournament, too. He looked to her, a bit of surprise on his face. Their gazes met, and this time it was Aaren who peeled his stare away first. <br><br>Linn glared at her brother. “Is that why you’re participating?! Because of her?” She stressed the word ‘her’ like it could have been replaced with some evil villain. Aaren knew her voice was carrying. All he could do was grit his teeth and shake his head. He pulled his wand out from the clip on his pants and made his dinner disappear. Standing, he replaced his wand, then excused himself and walked out. <br><br>He could finish his meal in privacy. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>06-02-2019, 10:02:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU2NzQwODQ2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNTQxODk1MDI@._V1_.jpg)</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> Nadia Găină (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659780#msg14659780)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11¾ inches, Pine, Dragon heartstring, Springy<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang student uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall -&gt; Hallways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had"<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Gary Jules - Mad World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4N3N1MlvVc4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren Sandstrom, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Linn Sandstrom (NPC)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Her eyes met Aaren's but his looked away, in their game of cat and mouse. Nadia kept looking, her eyes moving on Linn who seemed upset.<br><br><em>"Is that why you're participating?! Because of her?"</em><br><br>Nadia looked back at Aaren to judge his reaction. <em>Because of... me?</em> she thought, confused. That couldn't be. Unless... <em>Unless he still has feelings for me.</em><br><br>The question appeared to annoy him. A moment later he was standing up and excusing himself as Nadia's eyes kept following him towards the exit. He always looked great in the Durmstrang uniform, something she didn't think was true for her. <br><br>Nadia stood up as well, not excusing herself though. She intended to come back and eat. <br><br>"Where are you going?" someone asked. <br><br>"Bathroom," she replied with another fake smile. <br><br>Her cheeks were angry at her for the extra work and she felt it. She walked towards the exit, following Aaren out. <br><br>"Aaren, hey..." she began, calling him out and then hesitating on what words to use. "So you're going to participate too?" she asked rhetorically with a smile.<br><br>Her first genuine smile in a while, although it was as temporary as a blink. That could complicate her plan. If she wasn't chosen as champion, then what would be the point?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>06-02-2019, 11:44:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.fbtb.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Katie-Sackhoff.jpg)</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> Tatyana Lauritzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665699#msg14665699)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 3/4 / Spruce / Horned Serpent horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Female school uniform perfectly presented<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elliott, Elias, Urvan&nbsp; </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Tatyana was ready to get the new school year started, especially with the Triwizard tournament now in play. Though she did have a more pleasant than normal summer vacation. Normally her days would be long drawn out training sessions and endless challenges. Her father forcing Tatyana and her brother to train twice as hard because of it supposedly being nothing but free time. No need to go soft just because the school's let out. Though this summer was a bit different, this summer she had a visitor. Urvan, his voice caught her attention and brought what some might actually call a smirk to her lips.<br><br>"I guess it's good you got some extra training in then." she laughed and shook her head lightly, "I'm not worried, as long as we move as a unit still the other schools have no chance," Tatyana spoke with a great deal of seemingly unshakable confidence. She knew part of the battle was believing you were strong enough to face whatever came their way. Strong enough to push those extra few feet or just a few more minutes. Strong enough to push themselves to and well past the limits they'd perceived to be theirs. Then again it could simply be her father's voice screaming in her head.<br><br>"Oh look out big spender," Tatyana teased as Elliot said he'd buy the first two rounds of drinks after they won. "I guess I could pitch in a few if that is the case. I mean one has to properly celebrate such a win right," she spoke as if there were no doubt in her head that they would win. Hell, when they did, Tatiana figured she'd actually let them all see how she really was when honestly relaxing and letting go. Oh the reactions, hell those would be well worth the little bit of exposer.<br><br>Tatyana took another bite of food in an effort to keep herself from commenting on Elias's comment about Urvan. No need to point out the fanboy status, though Elias in a cheerleading outfit mildly entertained Tatyana for some reason. "We can always test him to find out," Tatyana suggested and looked over to Elias. "I'd be happy to help...put on the heat with you know training." she tried to sound innocent but totally failed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-02-2019, 11:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://festivalreviewsdotorg.files.wordpress.com/2016/05/greggsulkin.jpg)</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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hallway beyond Dining Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Memories<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Fall Out Boy - Phoenix (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JqY-6q-RNA)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nadia | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>By the time he heard any footsteps behind him - soft and distant - he had already managed to get himself halfway down the hall. Once he heard those approaching steps, though, Aaren hesitated. He figured it was his sister Linn, coming to her senses and about to apologize for being too dramatic and difficult. <br><br>But, when he turned to look, he saw Nadia and his heart seized in his chest. He took in a breath and turned to face her. “Hey,” he smiled back, weakly… embarrassed that she had caught him storming off. Undoubtedly, this must have meant that she heard Linn’s question, and the inference she made that Aaren was only participating because Nadia was.<br><br>Which wasn’t true. Well, he didn’t know she was participating before tonight. Now that he knew, there was no way he wasn’t going to Hogwarts. Maybe she didn’t need his protection, but that didn’t stop Aaren from feeling protective of her. He walked toward her, closing most of the distance between them, but leaving a comfortable space to have their conversation.<br><br>To her question, he chuckled. His hand raised and scratched idly at the back of his head. “Uh, yeah. Well, I had planned on it.” Dropping his hand, he shrugged a shoulder. “I guess we’ll both be going to Hogwarts next month, then.” He hoped he wouldn’t have to compete against her. If it came down to that, then he’d likely give up any chance he had at winning, just to ensure her safety. “Linn is just… worried for me. My mom is, too.” He tried to shrug it off. <br><br>“But I told them I don’t plan on dying there.” A hand went to his wand, clipped to his belt, just to reference it. “This guy brings me good fortune, anyway. So, I don’t know why they’re all worried.” He took a breath, realizing he was monopolizing the conversation. “What about you? Are you… worried?” He meant to ask if she was worried about her own fate, but the way it came out left the question fairly open, as if to ask if she was worried about him, too. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>06-02-2019, 21:43:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU2NzQwODQ2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNTQxODk1MDI@._V1_.jpg)</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> Nadia Găină (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659780#msg14659780)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11¾ inches, Pine, Dragon heartstring, Springy<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang student uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall -&gt; Hallways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ambiguity<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> ABBA - The Winner Takes it All (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1UN5YQVhcA)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren Sandstrom, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Nicolae Găină (NPC)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>"Uh, yeah. Well, I had planned on it. I guess we'll both be going to Hogwarts next month, then."</em><br><br>He seemed casual about it, which was how she imagined most Durmstrang student would approach the tournament. And perhaps why they would likely fail. <br><br>"Mhm," she confirmed, with a nod. <br><br><em>"Linn is just... worried for me. My mom is, too."</em><br><br>Cedric Diggory's death had been a tragedy that plagued the tournament and caused such a lengthy delay until its reintroduction this year. It was only natural for families to be worried. She wondered herself how Nicolae, Lavinia and their parents would react. Well perhaps Nicolae would participate as well, he had that in him. <br><br><em>"But I told them I don't plan on dying there."</em><br><br>An ironic smile appeared on Nadia's face as she heard that. <em>Well that'd be one of us at least,</em> she thought, looking at his waist as he was pointing his wand. <br><br><em>"This guy brings me good fortune, anyway. So, I don't know why they're all worried. What about you? Are you... worried?"</em><br><br>"People should worry when the champions are chosen," she replied enigmatically. "The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall," she added, quoting ABBA to mess with Aaren as he was a Swede. Perhaps she used the song unconsciously, as it also represented their relationship and how it ended. "But I think I'll go back now, and finish dinner, unless you give me a reason to stay," she said, taking a step back, her hands behind her back, fingers interlocked. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-02-2019, 22:44:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://festivalreviewsdotorg.files.wordpress.com/2016/05/greggsulkin.jpg)</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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hallway beyond Dining Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Memories<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Fall Out Boy - Phoenix (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JqY-6q-RNA)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nadia | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Sometimes Aaren felt like he didn’t quite fit in at Durmstrang. Sure, he could hold his own when it came to lifting weights, he trained just as hard as everyone else did day in and day out, and still managed to keep from breaking. The school may have toughened him up in ways he couldn’t have on his own and the rigorous schedules may have kept him out of trouble. But, he wondered how school would have been if he were granted enough freedom to carve his own path.<br><br>Then again, that would have meant never meeting or dating Nadia. So, he couldn’t linger on thoughts like those for too long.<br><br>She confirmed that she planned to enter the Tournament as well, then cryptically commented about how the worry should happen once champions were chosen. Still, he felt his brows furrow at the words she chose. They sounded so familiar. A second later, it came to him. The ABBA song. “The game is on again, a lover or a friend, a big thing or a small.” Of all the lines in that song, those were the ones that felt most fitting pertaining to their relationship.<br><br>Or maybe he was still living in the past, chasing a shadow that had long since vanished. <br><br>Nadia reminded him that her dinner was still waiting for her in the Dining Hall, and with laced fingers behind her back - which naturally made her chest stick out a bit - of course, his gaze had to drift to them, despite himself. He shook his head when she coyly mentioned she would stay if he gave her a reason to. Aaren wanted to say something smooth, to press her against the wall and kiss her like he meant it. But he was at a complete loss, with his heart sunk into his gut. <br><br>“I, erm…” He felt his face screw up. “What… did you have in mind?” He heard himself ask the question and immediately regretted it, his nerves getting the better of him for reasons he didn’t understand, and in the moment, severely did not appreciate. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>07-02-2019, 03:05:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/10/93/8010931c7aa5262718f039b6887c517f.jpg)</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> Urvan Vsevolodovich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14669809#msg14669809)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 | Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Traditional Uniform. Tattoos covered <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting with some peeps. <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Pixies - Where Is My Mind (https://youtu.be/Y001O8Azj1U)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tatyana, Elliott, Elias, OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Urvan realized that maybe he was in a daze when he was listening to the Headmaster speak. That seemed more accurate that only a few would be selected, but at least he would come along for the ride and support his teammates. A smile came to his eyes and he leaned backward in his chair and crossed his fingers across his broad chest. He must have been distracting thinking back on memories from this summer. "There would be no better match than you being selected for us, Elliott," Urvan said in his charming tone. In truth, he hoped it went to someone like Elliott. Someone with that passion. Passion always created such fire and that fire could win them the tournament. "I may stay out and let you have this one," he added. Not wanting to ruin his chances, but still not sure if he didn't want to attend himself. However, when Elias mentioned that he'd be rooting for Urvan--it made him smile with half of his cheek. <br><br>"Lets not get ahead of ourselves," Urvan said with his elbows now on the table. Leaning his chin into his hands as a fierce look of his ice blue eyes shot at Elias. "I could use a cigarette," he said with that smirk unable to leave his face. What was Elias thinking? A cigarette outside would be such a simple matter, but if anyone had an idea that the pure blood was up to with a muggle born... well, that would surely turn a few heads. Urvan thought to himself for a moment on if Elliot knew. <br><br>It didn't seem like it. "The second they excuse us, I'm darting for that door," Urvan added. Nodding his head to one of the back doors that led outside. Not nearly as crowded as the rest of the castle. Would he tell Elias how he had been thinking of him all summer? How he entered his dreams, his paintings, and his fantasies? That the bit of lust was turning into a heavy case of infatuation. He worried on how Elias would respond. However, there were still some conversations to be had. Even if it did seem like Tatyana wanted to take her conversation with Elliot else ware. That alone made his grin stick on his face. <br><br>"Training with Tatyana," Urvan said with a chortle. "... No doubt she'll be able to add a bit of that heat in. Beware though. She'll out perform you every time and wear you out too," Urvan grinned at Tatayana. While the two never had romantic emotions between each other (other than friendship), he couldn't deny that her body was beautiful to roam and she was always such a challenge in the bedroom. Or... the gym floors in his case. "What do plan to do, Tatyana?" he asked, curious about their conversation. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>07-02-2019, 04:13:57</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Mathilda Wolff (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655387#msg14655387)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Deputy Headmistress of Durmstrang | Dark Arts Instructor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>No-Maj Born (specifically stateside)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>11 ¾" | Acacia | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.imgur.com/6U00Zja.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </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>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Durmstrang Dining Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Giving her 2 Kopeks</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Shostakovich Symphony No. 1, Movement II (https://youtu.be/PaHoTomdl8I?t=527)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </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.&nbsp; <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>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 01:02:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU2NzQwODQ2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNTQxODk1MDI@._V1_.jpg)</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> Nadia Găină (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659780#msg14659780)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11¾ inches, Pine, Dragon heartstring, Springy<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang student uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall -&gt; Hallways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ambiguity<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> ABBA - The Winner Takes it All (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1UN5YQVhcA)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren Sandstrom, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>"The game is on again, a lover or a friend, a big thing or a small."</em><br><br>Nadia smirked as Aaren recognized the song. <em>Of course he would,</em> she thought. <br><br>"The winner takes it all," she completed. <br><br>Aaren's choice of verse seemed odd at first. If he had desired to continue the normal chorus after her lines, he should have said: 'beside the victory, that's her destiny'. <em>Maybe he avoided a prophecy there...</em> she thought. Aaren then shook his head when Nadia informed him she'd go back to dine, unless he gave her a reason to stay. It was a calculated question, with no right or wrong answer, although it created a certain burden on Aaren's shoulders. What could be a reason for her to stay? Either he figured that out by himself, did something stupid or got compressed by the load. <br><br><em>"I, erm... What... did you have in mind?"</em><br><br>His hesitation was cute, bringing up some old memories, which only contrasted more with the other, fresher, memories she harbored. It turned out Aaren wasn't quite ready for her mind games. <br><br>"I'm glad we're both participating. Hopefully it will be rewarding," she said, pivoting on herself in a graceful movement and walking back towards the Dining Hall. She raised a hand and waved casually at Aaren, not looking his way. "I'll see you around!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 13:16:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://festivalreviewsdotorg.files.wordpress.com/2016/05/greggsulkin.jpg)</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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hallway beyond Dining Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Memories<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Fall Out Boy - Phoenix (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JqY-6q-RNA)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nadia | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aaren wasn’t quite prepared for the massive contradiction that Nadia brought with her into the hallway. He considered for a moment just how different she was now, compared to when they had dated. At least, she seemed like she had changed. Try as he might, Aaren could never quite convince himself that the reason she ended things was because she believed she deserved better than him; someone smarter, more capable, stronger. Maybe they really just weren’t right for each other.<br><br>Nadia posed him with a task; figure out what it takes to keep her in the hallway, or watch her leave. The problem was, in all the time that had gone by since their breakup, he felt less sure of who she was and what she wanted. She made it clear back then that she desired to explore - explore other relationships, other possibilities, other guys. He had to respect that, even if he didn’t want to. Ultimately, what it told him was that she no longer wanted him. <br><br>Surely, if he had gone with his schoolboy fantasy of assaulting her with a kiss, Nadia would have been rightfully offended. Aaren was trying to be more mindful of reading signals, but Nadia’s signals were so difficult to decipher, if one could even say they existed at all. When she used to look at him, it was with adoration - a smile that came naturally. Now, if he looked closely enough, it seemed as if her smile was harder to form than her stoic, expressionless face. <br><br>He could think of nothing else to say or do that would keep her in the hall with him. For whatever reason, she deemed it - him - important enough to go after when he left the dining area. But now that he had her in a secluded area, Aaren was less sure of himself. He inadvertently piqued her interest, but he couldn’t make her stay. Seemed like nothing had changed since their breakup, after all. He sighed to himself when she walked away, mentioning she was glad they both chose to participate.<br><br>Even though she has posed her challenge of sorts like it was one that came with no correct or incorrect answer, Aaren couldn’t help feeling like he had lost. Maybe there was something she had expected to hear him say. Maybe she wanted him to beg her not to participate. But Aaren couldn’t do that. It would make him a hypocrite. Even if he was worried about her safety. “Yeah,” he murmured as she walked on, waving without looking back. Aaren took it as a sign. She was over him. It was time to move on. “See ya.” <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 15:32:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wakemeup-film.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/lavr-e1488974671385.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://SCHOOL CREST URL)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Nikolai Maximovich<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Durmstrang Headmaster<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11in | Ash | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Uniform, in reverse colors<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2nd, Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall -&gt; Departing<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Evdokiya, Mathilda</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>“Interesting.” Nikolai responded as his Deputy and his Herbology Professor shared their views on the Tri-Wizard, the Headmaster leaving his thoughts there for a few seconds, as he was a man used to playing his cards very close to his chest, even among those of his most senior Staff.&nbsp; Still, the women’s views, differing but of equal thought and merit, deserved more than that.&nbsp; <br><br>“There can be no doubt that you are both correct, in your own ways, as my eyes can see.&nbsp; This is an opportunity, a great one at last, to show the Durmstrang that we know to the rest of the world.&nbsp; The counter is correct though, in that Hogwarts has dominated this Tournament, and indeed the Wizarding community, for countless years.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Is it there freedom, their lack of discipline, that invites both danger and innovation in equal measure?&nbsp; While I find the thought distasteful, I am not enough of a fool to debate its possibilities.&nbsp; Indeed, their very lifestyle will be as much as test of our ways as any contest their Ministry can devise.”<br><br>Exhaling deeply, Maximovich pushed his plate aside.&nbsp; “And indeed Ms. Wolff, we will be bringing our best.&nbsp; Those that show the highest of our values.&nbsp; But that will NOT be all.&nbsp; We shall being others as well.&nbsp; Some of the newest to us.&nbsp; Some that perhaps tolerate our ways instead of embracing them.&nbsp; We will learn nothing if we only bring those most devout to our methods.”<br><br>Standing, the Headmaster smiled once more, truly this was a remarkable day, to the two women.&nbsp; “You have both given me much to think on.&nbsp; I should think you both should have plans for another to stand in your stead when we depart.&nbsp; It seems I have made a habit of surrounding myself with strong and capable women, and I see no reason to change that abroad.&nbsp; &nbsp;I would like to see a list from each of you on students you would recommend.”<br><br>“Good Evening.”&nbsp; Nodding once to each, Maximovich left by a door behind the head table, saving the students the need to rise for his departure.<br><br><div align="center">~End for the Headmaster~</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 05:49:00</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Mathilda Wolff (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655387#msg14655387)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Deputy Headmistress of Durmstrang | Dark Arts Instructor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>No-Maj Born (specifically stateside)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>11 ¾" | Acacia | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.imgur.com/6U00Zja.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </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>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Tuesday, September 3rd 2019 | 0500</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Deputy Headmistress Office (https://i.imgur.com/InUOg8Z.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Awaiting a Report from ‘der Polarersoldat’</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </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>&nbsp; &nbsp; </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&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 06:25:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/867083333494333441/iCVXtTCl.jpg)</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> Elliott Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday | September 2nd | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Elliott still is trying to get his brother to join in on the conversation<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Elias</strong> | <strong>Tatyanna</strong> | <strong>Urvan</strong> | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr>Elliott had eyed Tatyanna once she started speaking again, nodding his head at some of her words. <strong>"I think it'd be best if we did work as a unit. That way, we know that Durmstrang will prevail either way."</strong> He added with a nod of his head at the end of those words. His shoulders then shrugged at her when she said she was going to pitch in on the drinks and called him a big spender.<br><br><strong>"Eh, you can pitch in a bit, if you want. No pressure."</strong> He had commented then eyed Elias and Urvan, who said that they were going for a smoke in a few. His brow quirked up at them both then shook his head before turning back to Tatyanna. <strong>"We want him to train, not meet death so early."</strong> He muttered with a laugh to follow his words before he nudged his brother again.<br><br><strong>"You should really think about throwing your name in. You might or might not get picked."</strong> He reached a took a sip from his beverage then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. <strong>"Never know what can happen though."</strong> Elliott added before he reached to steal a piece of food off of Tatyanna's plate and eating on it.<br><br>His eyes cut back toward Urvan before his lips parted. <strong>"So, why are you and Elias going for a smoke?"</strong> The question was directed much more towards Urvan than Elias. Elliott leaned in a bit closer towards Urvan with a little smirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 06:44:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/charlie-carver-teen-wolf.jpg)</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> Elias Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ignoring his brother while lusting over Sebastian<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Elliott</strong> |&nbsp; <strong>Tatyanna</strong> | <strong>Urvan</strong> | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Elias felt a little bit down whenever Urvan had said not to get ahead of himself. He was just showing his support towards the male, although, they were closer than people really thought they were. When Urvan said that he'd be up for a cigarette, he smiled a bit before trying to shake it away from his lips but couldn't so he just placed amounts of food into his mouth and chewed. <strong>"Oh, same here, Urvan."</strong> He spoke in agreement after swallowing his food then looked at the doors so that he could know.<br><br>He felt his brothers eyes on him but interjected himself to speak towards Tatyanna. <strong>"No need to test me, perhaps you should check my grades and see for yourself."</strong> Elias commented towards her then continued. <strong>"I think it'll be much more of me training you, Tatyanna."</strong> His eyes then stared ahead of him, feeling pretty good about his words towards her but knew he was going to regret them soon enough. Oh, well. At least he gets to relish at this moment for a bit.<br><br>He had reached out for his beverage and took a sip from it and heard his brother's question towards Urvan, which made him choke. He lifted his gaze up to stare at Urvan, hoping that they were going to be dismissed right about now so he could avoid the question. His gaze then bounced to his brother, wanting to respond but the question was not for him to respond to. His eyes lifted back over to Uravn for a bit as his top teeth met with his bottom lip as he also anticipated Urvan's response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 02:52:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LuWH2bq.jpg)</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> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Men's Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 3 September, 2019 | Morning – Very Early<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Mathilda's Office<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reluctant Journal Delivery<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mathilda</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>On this early morning Raynor Nordskov happened to be late. He was not late, despite the arduous test of transforming his sleeping schedule, because of anything regarding sleep, or, at least, sleeping in its strictest sense with its relation to resting. No. Instead, the swaggering giant of a man was somewhat tardy because of hesitation. That was unlike him. Ray never hesitated. It was a point of pride for him to always lunge headlong into any sort of fray. Sure, someone could call him stupid, or headstrong, or stubborn, or even pig-headed if they were feeling creative at the time. But, they would never call him a coward, and they would never say he did not have honor.<br><br>But, what could make a man as large and as strong as Raynor pause with uncertainty? He had fought in countless fistfights, ended up in arguing tumbles, made death-defying leaps of faith, and was enthusiastically confident around women. It was his reputation. Raynor The Fearless. Raynor The Brave. There were plenty of titles to his name describing his seven years of his great deeds. Some of them were heroic, like rescuing a second year from drowning when she had fallen through a thin patch of ice. And, others were outlandishly stupid. It was not a bright idea, at all actually, to hurl a snowball in the direction of Mathilda Wolff. Mathilda Wolff, the Deputy Headmistress of Durmstrang, happened to be his reason for hesitation. <br><br>The moment Ray stepped onto Durmstrang grounds the young man ferociously thrust himself into his work, and studies, in order to achieve glory and a reputation of absolute greatness. He wanted to be the best, no matter what, and that cause was tremendously personal to him… to the point of fault. There were several qualities he held that put him at an advantage. One, he was naturally gifted with magic. Two, he was far more driven than his peers. But, with ambition there comes arrogance, cockiness, and a lack of restraint. Given that Ray was a late bloomer to his powers, he arrived at the Institute with a head full of pride that needed to be weathered. Mathilda happened to be the proper instructor to do so. She was strict. She was fearsome. She was relentless. But, most importantly, she was disciplined in every manner that Ray was not.<br><br>Over long stretches of time, and seemingly endless private lessons with the most feared teacher of Durmstrang, the stubborn boy became a man and also happened to see that the dreaded Ms. Wolff was not as terrible as claimed. She helped him become better, and stronger. He matured underneath her tutelage. So, when it became known she was asking for volunteers he eagerly submitted his name. It was a point of honor, for he owed her a significant debt, and whatever it was the Deputy Headmistress was planning would undoubtedly push him to further, soaring heights. That was his belief, at the least.<br><br>For the entire summer, Ray changed his sleeping habits. It was no simple hurdle to shift into two four-hour periods of sleep. Truthfully, it was strenuous and wore him down to exhaustion. But, in recent stretches he believed he was making improvements to not only his practice with magic, but his physical fitness too. Perhaps it was true that others may get a better rest than him, but he had the advantage of accomplishing more with his time.<br><br>Ray was not surprised that as part of volunteering he was required to keep a detailed journal of his progress. The Deputy Headmistress was nothing if not extremely dedicated to the smallest detail. However, there were certain things he had to record that he did not think about until this very morning. The one thing occupying his mind was the part that included jotting down what occurred in his dreams.<br><br>This morning, Ray scanned through his journals to find the typical sequences. Nightmares of failure, arguments of a personal nature with people of personal importance, and then there were dreams of happiness, success, and absolute glory. There was nothing troubling about those entries. But then his eyes wandered on down to one entry in particular…<br><br>An entry that was intricately described down to its setting in the dark, torch-lit Durmstrang dungeons, and its two participants: Mathilda, and Raynor. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>With a knowing smirk, arrogant and assured, I grabbed Mathilda by her hair and pressed her against the cold, hard iron bars of the dungeon. My intents were not pure, not in the slightest. And judging from the utterly arousing sound that escaped her lips, I can confidently say her intentions were no less impure than mine.</em></span></div><br>Ray stopped on that line, and closed his journal, standing outside of Mathilda’s office. He asked himself when he wrote this, but the date was imprinted clearly. Or, he wondered, did he write this at all? But, to his great disappointment he was undoubtedly sure it was his handwriting. Ray, in a fit of exhaustion at some late hour of a random day, merely saw fit to write everything about this specific dream and all of its details without censoring a single moment. Maybe she would find it funny, he thought. Maybe…<br><br>A man does not hesitate. Ray opened the door, and strode into her office with the journals tucked underneath his right arm. “Sorry for being late, Deputy Headmistress.” He did not conjure up an excuse, because in the end excuses were never relevant, or remotely helpful. Ray absorbed the sights of her office, enjoying the beauty of it all. It was a distraction he was thankful for.<br><br>Finally, he took his seat at her desk. Raynor placed two of his three journals down in offering to Mathilda. He withheld the third, tapping at its binding somewhat uncomfortably. “Deputy Headmistress,” he spoke, “is it really necessary to write down every dream that I have? I guess I’m not exactly sure what my dreams would help you with.” It was a long shot, but he hoped that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to hand in this journal at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 02:56:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ruBextD.jpg)</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> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Men's Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening – Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Drawbridge – Dining Hall – Hallway Outside of Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drama! Womanizing? No! Duel! VICTORY! Celebrate! TOURNAMENT! GLOOORYYYY<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Anyone</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>“Draw your wand and fight, you backstabbing bastard!” Those were fighting words, declared loudly, and pointedly, toward Raynor.<br><br>Truthfully, Ray did not understand why his fellow Durmstrang brother, Francis, would have any ill feelings for him. They were of the same year. They were men of Durmstrang. And, they had been friends. Perhaps they were not the best of friends, but friends nonetheless. So, this declaration of a duel perplexed the Nord. He turned to face himself to Francis, boots shuffling over the wood of the drawbridge. “Why do you draw your wand on me, Francis?” It was only right to ask, as he believed he deserved to know.<br><br>Francis laughed, practically spitting in venom-laced disbelief. “As if you don’t know that already. You know what you did. Sarah was mine! You knew she was my girlfriend, and you went after her anyway. I saw you two together by the lake, Raynor!” <br><br>Ray breathed a deep sigh of understanding, and frustration. “That is not what—“<br><br>“Don’t try to deny it!”<br><br>He paused, and nodded gravely. “So, it is a duel then.”<br><br>“For my honor, and your complete lack of it.”<br><br>That stung. No one questioned his honor. No one. Ray drew his wand, and leveled Francis coolly with his blue-eyed gaze that was usually vibrant in life, and joy. Now, they were coldly determined. “Accepted,” he said, with finality.<br><br>A crowd of students drew on either side of the bridge to watch them.<br><br>The pair settled the parameters of their face-off. Back to back, ten steps, turn, draw, and fire. Whoever was left standing was the winner. <br><br>It took significant willpower for Ray to restrain himself, because at every moment Francis was cursing him directly, or under his breath. Insult upon insult rained down on him, but he bit back his ego. He could not be distracted and also find victory, even if triumph in this minor battle would provide him no true happiness. It shouldn’t have been happening anyway.<br><br>“Are you ready, you vile swine?”<br><br>“Enough,” Raynor barked at last, tolerant no more, and feeling satisfied when he could sense Francis flinch behind him, “I’ll snap you in two like the puny wretch that you are, and whatever is left of your wand will be shoved up your bloody ass.” Silence reigned. “I’m ready,” Ray concluded, cutting their exchange short. It was time this matter came to its natural end.<br><br>They took their first step, and then their next. Raynor breathed easily, but he could hear Francis, uneasy, shaken. Nervous. He wasn’t like Ray. He was not the type to get into fights, or duels frequently enough to be confident in his experience. This was to Ray’s advantage. The tenth step came. He swung around with the swiftness of a striking viper, and lifted his wand.<br><br>He was better than Francis. Faster, stronger, and more practiced. <br><br>“Ex-expel-“ Francis attempted, but it was not quick enough.<br><br>“Stupefy!” Ray bellowed, shooting out a sky blue blast that thundered toward his opponent. Luckily for Francis, it was not a direct hit, but unluckily, it sent him for a humiliating spin, twirling him through the air in a mad spin until he came down against the wood with a hard, painful crash.<br><br>Francis groaned, deep and long. He lied there, unable to do anything else but reflect on the pain.<br><br>Raynor stood over him. “I’d like to clear something up.”<br><br>That was the last thing the pained wizard wanted to here, and only made him grunt in exasperation.<br><br>“Whatever you think you saw down at that lake did not happen,” Ray explained, “I was only there to help Sarah with some spells that were causing her trouble. She succeeded, by the way, and you know what happened? The girl was so damned happy that she wanted to find you and show you right away. But, what did you do, hm? I bet you chewed her out before coming here to speak to me out of your asshole.”<br><br>Francis said nothing. He had nothing to say for the words were true.<br><br>“Now,” Ray continued, “you should already know, seeing as you’re one of my friends, that I have a code when it comes to women. If she is with someone else, then she is with someone else, and that’s final. That hasn’t changed. So, I’ll tell you what you’re going to do right now. You,” he held out his hand, “are going to take my hand, and stand up like a man. Then, you’re going to march your stupid and stubborn ass all the way back to Sarah and tell her you’re sorry. She loves you, so I think you just might be lucky enough to be forgiven. Just don’t make a habit of this, or I’ll have to wipe the floor with you again.” Raynor grinned widely. “Understand?”<br><br>For a while Francis made no move, until finally his expression shifted, and he chuckled. He took Ray’s hand. “You’re a royal ass, you know that?”<br><br>“A handsome royal ass. Shiny, too. Is that an apology?”<br><br>“It is, brother. I’m sorry.” <br><br>“Then consider this forgotten.” He slapped his hand against Francis’s back. “I’ll see you inside for the feast, brother. I hear there is big news to be announced, and that can’t be missed.”<br><br>“Are you going to enter?” Francis asked, hinting at the rumors.<br><br>“And miss a chance for glory? Not a chance.”<br><br><hr><br>“For Durmstrang!” Raynor roared, raising his goblet high, and fanning the flames of his fellow brothers at his table. They echoed his sentiments, loudly, and clearly, their enthusiasm ringing out through the dining hall after the announcement of the Tri-Wizard Tournament’s return was made. He laughed uproariously, already drenched in the cloak of victory from his earlier duel that was being spread on the backs of gossip from table to table.<br><br>In the throes of triumph, even further fuel was provided by the Headmaster’s words. The tournament of tournaments was to return. Raynor could see it already. Promises of glory clouded his mind, and eternal fame that could be etched to his name filled him with thrilling anticipation. It could be his chance. It could be his moment. And, just as Nikolai had uttered, it was an opportunity to be better, to be the best. It was every reason he came to Durmstrang in the first place, or so he thought.<br><br>“For Durmstrang!” He bellowed once more, joining in a final cheer and the boisterous singing of rowdy songs. <br><br>When everyone was distracted in merriment, Ray extracted himself from the crowd. He wanted to be alone, or to find someone else to be happy with. This was a momentous occasion calling for a momentous celebration. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ignore Dis</div><div class="spoiler_body">Out in the hallway, he recognized a familiar face. Two, actually, but one was leaving. The other was Aaren, standing alone, looking sad, or something along such lines.<br><br>This was no time to be sad, so Raynor bawdily made his presence known. “SANDSTORM!” He exclaimed, and immediately wrapped up his classmate in an exuberant embrace. Any time Ray hugged a man, or woman, it was no simple hug. It was an event. A glorious reunion of kindred spirits, regardless of how much time had passed in between seeing one another.<br><br>He ceased the hug, but followed it up by clasping Aaren arond his shoulders and giving him a fraternal shake. “Brother, I see you have the face of a man steeped in the woman sadness. I will wipe it away, and no is not an acceptable answer.”</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 16:09:55</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Mathilda Wolff (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655387#msg14655387)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Deputy Headmistress of Durmstrang | Dark Arts Instructor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>No-Maj Born (specifically stateside)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>11 ¾" | Acacia | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.imgur.com/6U00Zja.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Summer Uniform (https://i.imgur.com/bDzECgX.png) | Gold Aiguillettes (https://i.imgur.com/uZvRGkC.png) | Glowing Nails (https://imgur.com/DyyUT0k) | Edelweiss Ring (https://i.imgur.com/Z6RufO6.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Tuesday, September 3rd 2019 | 0500</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Deputy Headmistress Office (https://i.imgur.com/InUOg8Z.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Awaiting a Report from ‘der Polarersoldat’</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </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>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><strong>Raynor Nordskov</strong> | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/InUOg8Z.png)</div><br>Mathilda was busily typing when the door to her office opened and Mr. Nordskov ducked inside. Though her office was finely decorated, it was not large since it did not need to be large. There was a grate, a desk, three chairs, and a large window overlooking the frozen mountaintops that surrounded the castle. Thus, der Polarersoldat’s hulking form took up more space than the room had to offer; the proverbial bull in the china shop.<br><br><em>“Sorry for being late, Deputy Headmistress.”</em><br><br>Mathilda’s focus did not budge from the computer screen and her glowing nails continued to click against the keys in rapid-fire succession.<br><br><strong>“So long as you are not late to your classes, I will be lenient in these first months while your body adjusts.”</strong><br><br>It was a statement of fact, spoken in a manner that did not request an excuse. Raynor was a dedicated student, the perfect clay to mold, but Mathilda knew better than to give him any indication that his treatment might be special or personal. The less he spoke, the better. It gave him less opportunity to earn extra punishments for his overly flirtatious tongue, which he dared to wield in her direction when he was feeling puckish. The retaliations were always swift and severe, meant to make an example of him, but at times, Mathilda wondered if Mr. Nordskov secretly desired and <em>enjoyed</em> the punishments.<br><br>Still, he was her only volunteer for her Polarsoldat-Projekt, and she wasn’t about to jeopardize the future of the institution over a few clumsy words spoked by an overzealous Viking.<br><br>After another moment of furious typing that sounded like a Gatling gun, the illumination on her face darkened as she closed the screen&nbsp; and turned to face him. The red notebook with the corresponding transcription of his vitals lay still-open on her desk and her eyes flickered to his neck, where the transmission necklace was under his uniform collar.<br><br><strong>“How is the new schedule coming?”</strong> she inquired.<br><br>The small wooden chair opposite Mathilda’s desk groaned in protest under Nordskov’s weight, but held. Strong though it was, it was not a chair designed for comfort and had no back to recline against, only two arm rests that were too small for him to use.<br><br>With a wave of her hand, Mathilda non-verbally and wandlessly caused a fire to spark in the grate, roaring upwards suddenly in a gust until settling into a comfortable crackle. Instantly, her pupils dilated at the introduction of light, and she scanned his physique like a scientist for signs of change. He looked tired but certainly not exhausted, which meant he’d taken her program seriously over the summer break. When he placed two journals on her desk, Mathilda reached for them, thumbing through to see what data he remembered to journal. She didn’t expect perfection and yet, everything was in order. The journals were filled with documentation of her regimented routines, times, bathing and eating schedules, results of drills, physical side effects – she was pleased. He’d done exactly as instructed.<br><br>She placed the journals back on her desk but saw that he was still holding one in his hand, one he seemed less inclined to hand over.<br><br><em>“Deputy Headmistress, is it really necessary to write down every dream that I have? I guess I’m not exactly sure what my dreams would help you with.”</em><br><br>He didn’t need to say anything more for Mathilda to understand his hesitation. Apparently, he didn’t mind the other invasions of privacy but felt vulnerable about the content of his dreams. He had always been a bullheaded student, one seemingly obsessed with his machismo, so to share the innerworkings of his unconscious mind would be to let someone into a place where no amount of muscle or training could save you.<br><br>Mathilda crossed her ankles under her chair, her face unsmiling and upturned towards him, even though he was sitting.<br><br><strong>“Mr. Nordskov, the Dark Arts do not care when you are sleeping. Even something as simple as a boggart will prey on your deepest, darkest nightmare and cast it in your face without mercy. Our dreams are the simplest way to examine our weaknesses so that we may confront them, either for personal growth, or to be prepared if and when they are used against us.”</strong><br><br>She took a bite of salmon and egg, chewing thoughtfully. When she was finished, she touched a black linen napkin to her lips and then lay it in her lap.<br><br><strong>“However, as much as this documentation is in the name of research, you are entitled to your privacy. I need the subject, cast, location, goal, theme, and emotion of your dreams but I do not need it written in lurid detail. If you need a day to transcribe them into more succinct and less <em>personal</em> accounts, you may do so.” </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>15-02-2019, 04:53:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/10/93/8010931c7aa5262718f039b6887c517f.jpg)</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> Urvan Vsevolodovich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14669809#msg14669809)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 | Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Traditional Uniform. Tattoos covered <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting with some peeps. <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Pixies - Where Is My Mind (https://youtu.be/Y001O8Azj1U)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tatyana, Elliott, Elias, OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Urvan hadn't expected the additional attention for Elliot. In fact, Urvan had been looking at Elias at that time with a sly smirk. He even was daring enough to prop his elbow on the table and clutch his broad chin in his hand. His thumb moving down his stubble, stroking it. Looking at Elias' broad chin and how he had felt that chin nuzzle up against his -- <br><br>Elliot's question caught Urvan off-guard and he lifted his chin from his palm. Like a deer caught in headlights, he looked at Elliot. Then back at Elias. Then back at Elliot. Urvan was a muggle born. Not likely to be caught with the likes of a pure blood family like the Johannson. He had halfway expected to be something of a dirty little secret to Elias, even if he wanted to be so much more. Did Elliot know? Was that why the sly smirk was on his face. For a moment, Urvan was silent. Being a man of silence over someone who stuttered. He learned that skill from his father. One last time Urvan looked at Elias and saw him biting his bottom lip and he felt a stir inside of him.<br><br>"Wouldn't you go for a smoke after all this talk of Hogwarts? It's giving me a bit of stress even thinking about it. The cigarette gets the edge off and Elias makes for a fine smoking partner," Urvan caught himself. Afraid to go too far and reveal too much. <br><br>"That is... because he's one of the few that enjoys a good smoke," Urvan tried to continue with confidence. "Speaking of..." Urvan tilted his head toward the door looking at Elias. Wondering if they should leave before Elliot was able to prod them further. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 02:16:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/60/e1/73/60e173eb930a7df45da9f65adf5630b6--fight-for-too-late.jpg)</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> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Men's Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Hallway<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> SAND STOOOORRRRMMMM dodododododdodododod<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>The evening fast approached, and Raynor was restless. There had to be something to do, something fun or daring to occupy his mind. Where the opening of the school year began with rumor, excitement, and promises of glory, Ray was now occupied by the monotonies of the Durmstrang curriculum. He could not fault them, for he had risen high. But, successes and achievements aside, boring was boring. And boring… was a problem that needed a solution. <br><br>Durmstrang tended to be cold in its location in the north of Europe, but the true cold had not yet struck. So, the summer uniform was still suitable for the current conditions. It was a mild gust of wind that spurred him forward, his heavy steps resounding on the bridge, and then into one of the Institute’s long, medieval hallways.<br><br>When he came inside, he recognized a familiar face almost immediately. It was Aaren. He barely caught a glimpse of his fellow brother during the opening night, but he did not get the chance to say hello. That distressed Raynor, as he often made a habit out of giving those that he knew, and considered friends, an exceedingly warm greeting. And, just like that night, even now, he sensed something of sadness perhaps. Or he was entirely, and completely utterly wrong.<br><br>That happened sometimes. Not a great feeling, no.<br><br>Still, this was no time to be sad, so Raynor bawdily made his presence known. “SANDSTORM!” He exclaimed, and immediately wrapped up his classmate in an exuberant embrace. Any time Ray hugged a man, or woman, it was no simple hug. It was an event. A glorious reunion of kindred spirits, regardless of how much time had passed in between seeing one another.<br><br>He ceased the hug, but followed it up by clasping Aaren arond his shoulders and giving him a fraternal shake. “Brother, I see you have the face of a man steeped in the woman sadness. I will wipe it away, and no is not an acceptable answer.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 12:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/charlie-carver-teen-wolf.jpg)</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> Elias Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ignoring his brother while lusting over Sebastian<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Elliott</strong> |&nbsp; <strong>Tatyanna</strong> | <strong>Urvan</strong> | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Everything around Elias had seemingly gone away as he was on the edge of his seat, waiting for Urvan to respond. He could literally feel Elliott's eyes burn a hole through Urvan, which was so uncalled for but Elias could not react or else, that would raise the suspension. He did continue to bite down on his bottom lip though but leaned up a bit and relaxed his teeth from his lip just as Urvan opened his mouth to speak.<br><br>Elias exhaled a sigh and felt the weight of his shoulders lift up a bit. He was no longer suffocating or waiting for an answer and that relieved him so much. He had slapped his brother's arm then gave him a look. <strong>"Yeah. I think I'd need a smoke after hearing you all babble about this tournament."</strong> It was this his eyes went back to Urvan, who had to catch himself and Elias nodded his head in approval at the cover-up.<br><br>He had caught Urvan's gesture and nodded his head as acceptance. His eyes cut to his brother as he patted him on the shoulder while he stood up. <strong>"Maybe you and Tatyanna here could think of ways to make the newbies lives miserable."</strong> Elias then leaned in closer to his brother's ear and whispered. <strong>"I'm sure she'd like to discuss that."</strong><br><br>Elias stood upright now and threw a smile Tatyanna's way before tilting his head towards the door that Urvan gestured to earlier. He had led the way to the door and pushed it along with holding it open so Urvan could get through. Out there, he'd pull his pack out of his uniform pocket along with a lighter. The cigarette stick rested between his lips as he lit up then passed his lighter and pack to Urvan. <br><br>His back rested against the wall nearby and he took a drag from the cigarette then blew the smoke out through his nostrils. His head met the wall now as he leaned it back then licked his lips before he took another drag from the cigarette. Elias eyed Urvan with a little smirk. <strong>"Nice save back there, Urvan."</strong> He muttered with a nod. <strong>"So, how have you been?"</strong> It was time to get their little bit of awkwardness out of the way, not that there was much but there might have been a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 16:15:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.fbtb.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Katie-Sackhoff.jpg)</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> Tatyana Lauritzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665699#msg14665699)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 3/4 / Spruce / Horned Serpent horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Female school uniform perfectly presented<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elliott, Elias, Urvan&nbsp; </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Tatyana continued to eat as her friends conversed around her. Her mind slipping back to the tournament for a moment. It only took her half a second to decide to put her name in the goblet. Not simply to bring honor to the school, but for herself as well. Her father had always seen her as weaker than her brothers. So this was in part an effort to prove him wrong. But it was also to prove to herself she was more than people would think of her. The glory and gloating rights were just an added bonus.<br><br>All Tatyana could do when Urvan mentioned needing a cigarette was roll her eyes. It was a horrible habit, and they both knew it. But Tatyana knew she couldn't be a hypocrite, she did, after all, enjoy a good cigar from time to time. "You make me sound so strict Urvan," she sat back a bit, "And you know better, you know I can be quite flexible when I want to be," she smirked and looked over to the others. "I plan on entering, and before then I plan on hitting the books and doubling up on training," Tatyana spoke honestly, but the fact that she intended to double what she already did was probably intimidating and almost worrisome.<br><br>"I would never," she acted shocked as Eillott mention training his brother to death. One hand resting over her heart just between her breasts, "I only push people to be the best they can. I know limits, and I only push myself past them." she corrected him with a smile. Tatyana was known for her intense training and the way she could push people. But she was there the whole time, step by step, no matter how long it took. Even when it had her stuck out during a storm, and coming back drenched and utterly drained. Tatyana never asked people to do anything she wouldn't do herself. Still, she understood why some people were just scared off by her regime.<br><br>Elias's cocky little comment made her laugh, "Tell you what Elias, I'll let you train me on the book smart end of things if you let me get you training with me. We can see who gives first or just push each other, so we can kick ass at the tournament." she shrugged and relaxed in her chair. She was full and satisfied, and all too ready to make her own escape. Miraculously she did manage to keep her mouth shut when Urvan mentioned needing to take the edge off. Tatyana just smiled and drank from her cup once more.<br><br>"Oh, Elias I think you'd be shocked to find out what I enjoy. But not until you get your big boy pants on." she joked and shook her head before looking over to Elliott, "So what plans you got after dinner? And the new unveiled news of the tournament?" she asked out of curiosity and pushed up on her seat to sit up straight once more. She wasn't sure what to do with the rest of her evening, but Tatyana knew she didn't want to waste it just sitting around in her room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 16:29:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LuWH2bq.jpg)</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> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Men's Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 3 September, 2019 | Morning – Very Early<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Mathilda's Office<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reluctant Journal Delivery<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mathilda</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>It was always a treat to visit the Deputy Headmistress. Raynor knew well how many of his fellow students, particularly the young ones, were intimidated by the stern, and perhaps dictatorial reputation that followed the woman. She, her dark hair, and her fierce gaze were among the litany of reasons why so many men and women of Durmstrang found it difficult to find their tongues. But, Ray knew different. She was helpful, and a dedicated teacher who pushed him beyond what previous limits he believed. In many ways he considered her a friend, even if he still had to address her in a formal acknowledgement of her rank. She had earned it, after all. <br><br>He remained seated in the chair, as comfortably as he could manage despite the vast difference in its size compared to him. One day he swore it was going to break. Perhaps its discomfort was a point Mathilda purposefully pushed forth. That would not surprise Ray, as he often found the Deputy Headmistress to rarely do, or select anything without a specific reason. It was all a part of her charm. The room and its decorations, the crackling fire that sprung up by her magic, and the furiously focused typing clicking away from her nails.<br><br>Ray knew by painful experience that it was best not to get in the way of those nails. But, sometimes, pain did not stop him from prodding Mathilda every now and then. He did it for the humor, and the game. It was a silly sentiment, but he liked to treat her like he might treat a friend every now and then. Part of the crew, and in on the jokes. Naturally, Mathilda being Mathilda, it rarely, if ever, ended in Raynor’s favor.<br><br>None of that changed his deep admiration and respect for the woman. She helped him, so by honor, and by his own wishes, he helped her out with this project. He prodded the third journal in his hands, tracing his thumb across its binding. The option to keep it, and edit what was written was enticing. But, that also meant time wasted on re-doing what was already done. Raynor did not like lost time.<br><br>“That won’t be needed,” he responded, and placed the reluctantly kept journal onto her desk. “I will do that the next round, but with this new schedule I find that all of my time is more precious than usual.”<br><br>With that matter settled, he leaned back, more comfortable after letting go of his misgivings about his transcribed dreams. “The schedule is going well. Better than I thought. It’s been hard to change the way I sleep, and at first I felt like I was a walking zombie at times.” He clasped his hands together over his stomach, fingers intertwined. “That’s changed. More gets done, and my improvement quickens. With any luck, it will be my name that sprouts from the goblet. It will be your program that guides me to the cup, and the podium.”<br><br>Raynor could dream, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 15:25:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e1/4f/22/e14f2239ce146db2d953981290673325.jpg)</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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang hallway <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Memories<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Taking Back Sunday - Make Damn Sure (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ldjbjwim4k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | (Mentioning Nadia)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aaren hadn’t exactly been moping around Durmstrang since the grand feast, but there was a noticeable cloud hanging over the head of the fifth year. He wasn’t exactly sure why it affected him so much, to speak to Nadia and feel like he had lost during their conversation. But, it did. <br><br>Still, he had to continue to see her and he’d have to see even more of her if they were both to be competing for the Cup. Aaren tried to buck up, turning his attention on working out and often hitting the weights harder than usual, or extending his morning hikes by a substantial length of time. The less time he was around, the less chance he had to see her and feel the cold, calculating judgement from her eyes. <br><br>Or maybe all of that was in his head. <br><br>As the week was coming to an end, Aaren felt he was in a better headspace. It helped that he found a cute girl at Hogwarts to flirt with on social media. After a fairly full day, Aaren was headed toward the dining hall for dinner, when his name was suddenly shouted out from a familiar voice, down the hall. He braced himself, knowing what was coming just seconds later. And sure enough, he was practically picked up off the ground and spun around, by the sheer impact and force of Raynor’s hug.<br><br>“Hnng,” he winced, sounding as if the breath had been stolen from his lungs all at once. Raynor stepped back enough to shake his shoulders, locking eyes with him as he declared that Aaren appeared to be stuck in sadness, caused by a woman. At least, that was what Aaren thought he deciphered, after replaying Raynor’s words in his head a few times and gaping at the tank of a man. “I… well,” Aaren started, shifting around and sighing as he pulled back to fold his arms across his chest.<br><br>“I’m doing better. It’s nothing.” He shook his head, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself, or the situation. Which honestly wasn’t a situation at all, anyway. But, Raynor did mention he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “But, erm… what’s your solution?” He asked, cocking a brow. If nothing else, he had to admit he was a bit curious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>19-02-2019, 02:00:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/60/e1/73/60e173eb930a7df45da9f65adf5630b6--fight-for-too-late.jpg)</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> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Men's Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Hallway<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Brilliant Solutions<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br><em>Nothing, he says!</em> <br><br>His thoughts stirred. It was always like this. Ask a girl or guy how they were doing, and they say ‘fine’. To Ray’s great madness, ‘fine’ was like a declaration of war. ‘Nothing’, on the other hand, was not so bad. But, nothing was definitely not nothing.<br><br>Raynor merely smiled, expressing no significant change in what he may or may not have been thinking. He believed that Aaren looked like he was feeling down about something. What that something was, he could not be sure. But, he assumed it was a woman. Whenever a man was walking around in a haze, the cause tended to be a woman. Ray knew the feeling well, having been in his fair share of relationships throughout his prior six years at Durmstrang. So, at the very least the large Nord could relate.<br><br>“My solution is the only solution,” he answered, somewhat cryptically. He maneuvered himself to Aaren's side and draped an arm around him, only to use that arm to pull his friend into a two-man huddle. Then, Raynor leaned in, beaming with a grin that was absolutely up to no good. There was a conspirator's shine to his eyes, lit up with excitement and anticipation. He glanced around the hallway, making sure no one was near enough to the two of them to overhear the conversation.<br><br>There were two cures to sadness caused by a woman as far as Raynor knew. One, was hot sex with another woman. Seeing as they were not exactly in a situation where such opportunity presented itself, it was the second option that bestowed the road of their current destiny. Booze. Lots of it.<br><br>"What I have," Raynor said, being secretively hushed for the sake of entertainment and good drama, "tucked away in my room is the magic that will make you a happy man. A very happy man. Sandstorm, I'm here to tell you of liquid luck. It might not be THE liquid luck, but it is definitely the liquid of luck and getting lucky." He paused, and watched Aaren's eyes.<br><br>"Fire-whiskey," he said, revealing his absolutely brilliant plan. A plan that was infallible in its ingenuity. "We are going to get drunk. Very drunk, you and me. So drunk that we will dance with naked women and shout from the rooftops!" Ray may have spoken that last bit a tad too loudly, but he did not appear to care all that much. "Are you ready, brother? Tonight is going to be a night to remember."<br><br>If they remembered it at all, that was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 01:36:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.pursuitist.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Cara-Delevingne-and-Friends-for-La-Perla-Lingerie.jpg)</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> Hella Sigrundsdottir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14696665#msg14696665)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> 5th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9-5/8” Aspen with a Dragon Heartstring Core<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Night shirt<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 4th, Very early morning.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dorm room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Letters to family<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Classes were over. Drills were over. Studying and extra practice, too.&nbsp; It was late at night or more accurately early in the morning.&nbsp; The only time Hella Sigrundsdottir had that was not filled with improving her mind, body and will.&nbsp; With but a word the ensorcelled braids of her hair unraveled and spilled over slender shoulders.&nbsp; Long dexterous fingers curled around the ivory handle of her brush.&nbsp; An heirloom of her grandmother's.&nbsp; Carefully she stroked her blond tresses, the magical braids less of a tangle than had she done them herself, but still in need of some work.&nbsp; No more than a handful of passes was given to save them from tears and split ends.&nbsp; Candlelight glimmered off of each strand as the soft rasp of bristle swept through the spartan confines of her room.&nbsp; There was the soft snore of Gerta and the occasional snort from Boris her roommates who were already asleep.&nbsp; It would be an hour still before Hella slipped into bed.&nbsp; She had missives to write.&nbsp; The brush returned to its place on the small desk next to her bed and was replaced by a quill freshly dipped in ink.&nbsp; Sure handed lettering scrawled its way across the page.&nbsp; Each letter art, each word thought out and crafted with purpose.&nbsp; Perfection was the only acceptable form for a Sigrundsdottir.<br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Mother,<br><br>School is going well.&nbsp; You will be satisfied to know that I have maintained the excellence expected of a daughter of Sigrund and I have been selected to travel to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the Tri-Wizard Tournament.&nbsp; I can hear your ire already mother and I agree.&nbsp; I am certain the tournament is held in England because the students of Hogwarts and Beauxbaton do not have the constitution to brave the majesty of a Scandinavian winter.&nbsp; I am certain they believe it would hand Durmstrang an unfair advantage to hold it so close to our home. As if we need it to achieve victory.&nbsp; I am certain my name will be entered into the tournament and I have no doubt that if I am chosen I will bring glory and victory to the name of Sigrund as you and Grandmother have.&nbsp; As for marriage prospects, I am saddened to report that I have been unimpressed with any potential suitors.&nbsp; I am certain that if they do not match up to my standards they will never match up to yours. <br><br>Your Daughter,<br><br>Hella<br></span></span><br><hr><br>There was not a stoke out of place.&nbsp; Hella set the letter aside to let the ink dry and set another piece of parchment on the desk, returning the quill to the well.&nbsp; She set a glass next to the parchment and retrieved a dark bottle from inside her desk.&nbsp; She uncorked it with a soft pop and poured out a golden liquid with feet that clung to the width of the glass.&nbsp; There was a case sitting next to her on the floor filled with similar bottles and packed carefully so they would not rub or break.&nbsp; She capped the bottle and returned it to her desk before taking in the bouquet with a gentle sniff.&nbsp; Honey, cinnamon and gloves greeted her and she took a sip of the nectar of the gods.&nbsp; The mead was sweet, as intended.&nbsp; She had worked hard on the recipe over the years and through trial and error had achieved perfection.&nbsp; It was perhaps the achievement she was most proud of.&nbsp; Hella set aside the glass and picked up the quill.&nbsp; Her words flowed easily.&nbsp; Her letters natural and loopy.<br><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Dearest Papa,<br><br>I have so much to tell you.&nbsp; We are going to Hogwarts.&nbsp; I am both excited and nervous.&nbsp; I know mother wants me to represent Durmstrang and I will do whatever I can to not disappoint her and Grandmother.&nbsp; It means so much to our family.&nbsp; The drilling is non-stop but with extra classes and study I have increased my secondary marks like mother asked but I admit I am struggling.&nbsp; I feel like more of a construct than myself.&nbsp; Don’t get me wrong.&nbsp; I am proud of the results, but what good are they if there is nothing of me left?&nbsp; I am sorry.&nbsp; I am rambling and tired.&nbsp; <br><br>I cannot wait to see Hogsmeade.&nbsp; I swear the first moment I can sneak away I am going to have a butterbeer!&nbsp; I will tell you all about it and see if I can have some sent to you.&nbsp; Just hide it from mother.&nbsp; You know how she feels about Hogwarts. <br><br>I do hope I will have some time to enjoy the school.&nbsp; I remember the stories you told me about your visit during the Tri-Wizard when I was a little girl.&nbsp; How Hogsmeade and The Three Broomsticks were what inspired you to open your very own pub.&nbsp; I think the best days of my childhood were running around chasing drunk pixies out with a broom.&nbsp; Oh Papa how I miss that and you. <br><br>Between studies and extracurriculars, I have been working on something very special since my arrival.&nbsp; I didn’t want to say anything until I had perfected it, but I think I have it just about right.&nbsp; I have been brewing my own recipe Papa.&nbsp; I know, mother would have a fit, but Papa, I think you will enjoy it.&nbsp; I am sending you my first batch, aged six months and the recipe enclosed in this case.&nbsp; I hope you like it.&nbsp; I think it would make a wonderful edition to the pub.&nbsp; Please let me know if I am completely bonkers.&nbsp; I want to stay up until dawn and tell you everything I have been up to, but I am falling asleep and I have drills in the morning.&nbsp; <br><br>I love you Papa and I miss you dearly.<br><br>Your loving daughter, <br><br>Hella<br><br>P.S. Please try to get mother to stop asking about suiters.&nbsp; She is driving me up the wall.</span></span><br><hr><br>Hella set the quill down and wiped at the corner of her eye.&nbsp; She took another sip of the mead having reached the bottom of her glass as she finished folding and sealing the letters.&nbsp; She enclosed them in the case next to her chair with the bottles for her father.&nbsp; It was going to take a few owls to carry it, but she wanted to make sure it reached her parents safely.&nbsp; A tired sigh escaped her lips, the only moment of vulnerability she felt she could allow, alone in the candlelight.&nbsp; With a puff the room went dark. She slipped into her bed for a couple hours of sleep before it all started again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 03:22:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/10/93/8010931c7aa5262718f039b6887c517f.jpg)</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> Urvan Vsevolodovich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14669809#msg14669809)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 | Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Traditional Uniform. Tattoos covered <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Feast - Outside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Smokin'<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Kevin Abstract - Echo (https://youtu.be/6-FC9l8dJaM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tatyana, Elliott, Elias, OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The second Urvan finished talking his eyes tarted to Elias. Wondering if the excuse was good enough. For he would know if Elliot would be convinced of his statement. Urvan's facial expression softened when Elias gave him a nod of approval. Mentioning the smoke again and Urvan felt confident that Elias wanted to see him alone. At least for a moment to talk about what had happened between them during the Summer. Elias was Urvan's only lover that Summer, even Tatyana was a fling that sprung to here and there. They were horny young adults, of course. Mostly initiated by her mouthy mouth and his desire to worship perfect and beautiful things. <br><br>Much like he had worshiped Elias' body this Summer. "I'll join you," Urvan said standing up as Elias left. Turning his head to Tatyana and saying, "We'll be back. Keep our chairs warm, yes? Then maybe we can think about training tonight. Help Elias get his big boy pants on." Urvan smiled, he found that comment amusing. Especially because he wondered if Tatyana really knew that he was rather large. <br><br>It wasn't until they were outside that Urvan took a big breath of fresh hair. It felt good in his lungs, but the tobacco would feel better. He picked up a cigarette and slipped it into his mouth. His hand reached out to grab Elias' when he offered him a light and he ignited the end of the addictive candy of a stick and took a long drag. Leaning up against the cold walls of the castle as he blew the smoke from his mouth. Tapping the filter to get rid of ash. <br><br>"The save was necessary. I'd like to think more of our society, but it seems they still can't get over a pure blood bedding a muggle born," Urvan said lacking the bitter tone, but more of stating a fact. It vent good to also vocally acknowledge what they had shared. Keeping things a secret was hard for Urvan. Especially since he was so fixated on Elias that the man came through his art. Another long look of his blue eyes into Elias as he took another drag of his cigarette. Whilst blowing out smoke he said, "I'm glad that you can see past that." <br><br>Urvan toss his cigarette down, not even finishing it, and stepped into the ember end. Looking to the side to make sure no one was around, but he knew they were alone in this small smoker's nook. It didn't take him long to close the distance between him and Elias. His hand reached out to Elias face and he motioned him to look into Urvan's eyes. He then whispered, in a lower tone, his eyes soft and his forehead pressed against Elias. Urvan, always one for the romance, said to Elias, "I know we frequented each other quite often this Summer, but you were the thing I was most excited to see when I arrived to Durmstrang." <br><br>Urvan cocked a grin. Smelling the smoke on Elias lips. Why did it make it so much more sweet? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 20:24:53</strong>
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				<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 / <br>Hawthorn / Unicorn (https://i.imgur.com/Psfnx21.jpg) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 4 September, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Working out&nbsp; <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> N/A<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Bouldering and rock-climbing were nothing compared to scaling a castle wall. Sebastian was sorta shit without his wand, so he made sure he was massive and physically fit, if not at the pinnacle of Muggle performance and standards. He measured the height with a decisive look. Hogwarts, and even a World Quidditch hoop post, were much more gigantic than Durmstrang, it being a mere four-floor school. This was an easier building to climb. Or at least relatively, it should be. The wind chill was cruel. The hard, coarse, pointed rocks that made up the wall to the very roofs and steeples were icy to the touch. Fire. Warmth. Comfort. Those were luxuries most here had to learn to live with less. With his right hand Sebastian grabbed a window ledge, high above him, and with his left a keystone. Next, he hugged cheekbone to stone, finding a foothold on very thin edge. His thick boot slipped once but stayed fast the second try. Sebastian stared down, starting to doubt its reliability, before looking up. He did it before so he could do it again. He had to do this. If he could not do this, then he was nowhere ready for the Triwizard Tourney. <br><br>He climbed at two speeds: quick where he felt safe, and slow where he felt he could fall. His knuckles cut and bled. Blisters had swollen on his palms. But it was so biting cold, he had not noticed. Sebastian sat on the roof, looking out at the lakes and the sunrise. He laid on his back panting, face up at the drifting clouds. His insides burned. So he made it on his own, without magic. He sighed, feeling a little more ready for the Goblet of Fire. If his name was called, he would not blanch or blush. He would show them what Durmstrang is. <br><br>Sebastian looked yonder, wondering who were out and about at this hour. Perhaps he could get them to climb up here too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 23:07:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e1/4f/22/e14f2239ce146db2d953981290673325.jpg)</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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang hallway <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Memories<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Taking Back Sunday - Make Damn Sure (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ldjbjwim4k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | (Mentioning Nadia)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aaren’s curiosity landed him in a huddle with Raynor, whose bicep alone could clamp him in a fainting choke hold, with ease. Internally, he berated himself for going along with the tank of a man. He was convinced that his solution would not only resolve whatever it was keeping Aaren down, but that it was the only solution that would work. <br><br>He cocked a brow, tilting his head to gander up at his enormous friend, but that placed his nose awfully close to Raynor’s armpit, so Aaren promptly returned his face to the forward position again. Aaren’s expression shifted to show his skepticism and suspicion, especially as Raynor peered down the hall to make sure they weren’t being overheard.<br><br>It was hard to tell if Raynor’s smirk was a shit eating grin or just one of mischievous confidence. As Raynor spoke of the concoction in his room, Aaren blinked. He was able to deduce that this wasn’t a lucky potion he was talking about, and therefore had to presume he meant alcohol. “Really…?” Aaren questioned, his gaze narrowing. <br><br>Fire whiskey. Aaren’s throat was burning just hearing the two words. “Oh, I-” he started, but Raynor interrupted, declaring that they were going to get good and drunk. His declaration about dancing with naked women and shouting from the rooftops made Aaren laugh aloud. “Right, and where might this take place? Amsterdam?” <br><br>He shook his head, even while grinning. “I’ve got drills in the morning.” It appeared that Aaren wasn’t as interested in the idea of getting piss drunk as Raynor may have been. Sure, it’d make him forget about Nadia. But that was only temporary. And he didn’t quite want to forget her, he just wanted to move on… amicably. <br><br>“But I suppose I can stop by. Just, you know, to help you get started.” He chuckled, patting his friend’s shoulder, which felt more like a solid wall than a part of his body. “Thanks,” he muttered. It wasn’t always easy to thank others, especially in an environment where it felt like everyone was always competing for something or other. But Raynor earned it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 06:11:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/60/e1/73/60e173eb930a7df45da9f65adf5630b6--fight-for-too-late.jpg)</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> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Men's Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Hallway<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Infectious Positivity<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>"Hamsterdam, Blamsherblam!" Raynor retorted, taking stock of Aaren's hesitancy. He smiled the entire way, never letting something like doubt or second thoughts get in the way of a good time. If a person believed in the positive long enough, hard enough, and went about his daily life in that same manner, amazing things could happen. Someone like Aaren could use just a pinch of that vigorous spirit.<br><br>On the mention of drills, Ray barked out a hearty laugh. "This is Durmstrang, everyone has drills in the morning! Just be happy that my insanity isn't infectious. I must have drunk something fierce to convince myself that it was a good idea to volunteer for Mathilda's program." It was an honest truth. He was certainly fairing better with the change of his sleep schedule, but sometimes it was difficult to tell when one day ended and another began. Perhaps, too, this was why he was so eager to get blasted. It was something normal, a little bit of something to take the edge off. He could use that, and Aaren could too, right?<br><br>But, at the very least it sounded like his friend had agreed to help out with some of his growing storage of fire whiskey. It may not have been much, but a pinch of good spirits could convince a normally stable man that he could sail to the moon... or awaken on a stranger's rooftop. A silly, and nonsensical detail. One that should not be taken into serious consideration when it comes to hanging out with Raynor. Not at all.<br><br>"No need to thank me, Aaren. You can thank me after you feel like the King of the Mountain. I know, I know, just a drink or two for you, like you said, but that buzz should be enough to have you singing the Old Viking songs with me. Old Norse isn't such a hard language to learn, you know. I could teach you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 06:26:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/867083333494333441/iCVXtTCl.jpg)</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> Elliott Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday | September 2nd | Dinner Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Elliott still is trying to get his brother to join in on the conversation<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Elias</strong> | <strong>Tatyanna</strong> | <strong>Urvan</strong> | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Elliott's eyes bounced from person to person as they conversed around him, still reeling in his mind about this cigarette break between his brother, Elias and this half-blood, Urvan. He had hoped that there was nothing more going on there but if there was, what did Elias see in Urvan anyway? And what about Sebastian? Elliott then shrugged to himself, not going to worry himself about the love triangle or whatever it was that was developing between his brother and two other guys. Though, if anything happened to his brother, Elliott was going to confront both of them and not in a nice way.<br><br>He came to the real world just as Tatyanna voice rang in his ear, shifting his gaze to stare at her. He stammered through his words, not really knowing what's going on right now. It was when Tatyanna's voice was heard by him again that he knew where they were in the conversation and offered a laugh to her words. <strong>"Oh, please. If Durmstrang needed a student military, you'd be the Drill Sargeant."</strong> He had joked and ended those words with a salute before he leaned over to nudge her playfully.<br><br>It was then that Elias and Urvan walked toward the door that they had mentioned earlier. Elliott sat there and watched them before he turned back to Tatyanna. <strong>"Leave Elias alone. He's not going to join, let alone train with you."</strong> He had shaken his head with a light chuckle. <strong>"You know you scare him just a bit."</strong> Elliott made the hand gesture for a bit then chuckled a bit, reaching up to grab his cup again to take a small sip.<br><br>He had then eyed Tatyanna again, shrugging his shoulders after her questions. <strong>"I don't know, honestly."</strong> Elliott said as he stroked his chin in thought, playing off as if he was really thinking of something to do. <strong>"I got nothing. You got any bright ideas?"</strong> He had flipped the question onto her because he literally hadn't planned anything after dinner. He was gamed for any and everything, even if that meant peeking his head out the door to see exactly what Elias and Urvan were up to.<br><br>There's a thought and something they could do but that'd get boring really quick, especially if they were really only having a cigarette.</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 08:14:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/charlie-carver-teen-wolf.jpg)</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> Elias Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ignoring his brother while lusting over Sebastian<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Elliott</strong> |&nbsp; <strong>Tatyanna</strong> | <strong>Urvan</strong> | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Elias purposely chose not to respond to Tatyanna's remarks because of the quick effort it was to spend some alone time with Urvan. Why was it so wrong for them to like each other? The world around them was ever changing but maybe Elias' upbringing also had something to do with it. He didn't care what type of blood Urvan was, it wasn't going to change anything between them at all. Oh, he's so cute just standing there, smoking his cigarette, which brought up some good memories.<br><br><strong>"This society sucks though."</strong> Elias muttered as smoke left his mouth and he tapped onto the filter, allowing the ash to fall to the ground. His eyes met with Urvan and he felt himself get lost for a moment, which he did not mind as those last words left from Urvan's lips. <strong>"I'm glad I do, as well."</strong> He had muttered with a smile then rose his cigarette back up to his lips, taking a drag then exhaled the smoke.<br><br>He was focused on Urvan's actions currently as he was coming closer to him, which caused Elias' eyes to shift from side to side before they were back to focus on Urvan. Elias flicked his cigarette off in the distance, briefly making sure it went somewhere that it wouldn't cause a fire or anything then felt Urvan's hand onto his face and their foreheads meet. Elias raised up his own hand to wrap around Urvan's wrist then stared up into his eyes. Why did he have to be so romantic with his tone and words? It sent shivers all over Elias body and in all the right places.<br><br><strong>"Ohhh, Urvan."</strong> His voice trailed off, those shivers could be heard through those words. <strong>"I didn't think it was possible to feel this way but glad that I was wrong and you showed me the way."</strong> He could smell the smoke on Urvan's breath and licked his lips a bit, leaning his face more forward and pressed his sweet-scented lips with Urvan's lips, breaking the kiss after four pecks.<br><br><strong>"Sorry."</strong> He had muttered because of the shocking kiss, which it wasn't as shocking but it felt so right to do within this moment. Elias wanted to do more, much more with Urvan and of course, when the time was right they would again. Elias did not know what else to do or say at this point as the only thing that mattered was he was sharing this moment with Urvan. That's all that mattered.</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 13:34:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e1/4f/22/e14f2239ce146db2d953981290673325.jpg)</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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang hallway <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Memories<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Taking Back Sunday - Make Damn Sure (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ldjbjwim4k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | (Mentioning Nadia)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aaren’s chuckle was louder than he intended when Raynor declared that everyone had drills in the morning. It was true. But, at the same time, it made him wonder; how could everyone have drills in the morning, and yet so many of his peers were running around and partying or barely sleeping? Then again, he wasn’t the lad to ask about it - just look at his rubbish sleep schedule.<br><br>When he brought up the program run by Deputy Headmistress Wolff, Aaren seemed to shudder. “I gotta say, she seems a bit like a mad researcher, intent on doing all sorts of odd experiments on whoever was daft enough to sign up.” Aaren smirked a bit, then patted Raynor’s arm. “That being you. So, if you start feeling something poking you at night or suspect she’s slipping a bit of extra powder into your drinks, maybe take a step back.” <br><br>For how fiercely positive and happy go lucky Raynor truly was, Aaren sometimes worried that his friend needed a dose of reality to wake him up to some of the more realistic things in life, that he might overlook because they weren’t bursting with rainbows and sunshine. “Least you look alright,” he encouraged his friend, who didn’t appear any worse for wear. In fact, he seemed more awake and energized than Aaren. But, he didn’t have a cloud of sadness hanging over him, now did he?<br><br>To Raynor’s offer about singing old Norse songs, Aaren laughed, following his friend back to his dorm. “That’s alright, really. I’ll stick to Swedish. It’s pretty simple.” After that, the evening was a slight blur for Aaren. They reached Raynor’s dorm and dug into the fire whiskey, each taking turns belching spicy burps. But after that, his head went a bit fuzzy. He awoke the next day in his bed, half an hour late for drills. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 04:09:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/10/93/8010931c7aa5262718f039b6887c517f.jpg)</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> Urvan Vsevolodovich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14669809#msg14669809)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 | Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Traditional Uniform. Tattoos covered <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Feast - Outside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Smokin'<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Kevin Abstract - Miserable America (https://youtu.be/QPRV2O1t5Tw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elias, OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Urvan had waited patiently for weeks before heading over to Durmstrang. He also didn't try and overwhelm or saturate Elias too much in those few weeks where they had been rather silent. The summer was an interesting time that brought people together, but provided enough down time to let the mind wander. To let Urvan's artistic insecurities arise. He was a romantic and a hopeless one at that. He could only assume the worst about what Elias thought of the two of them. <br><br>But as he stared into his eyes he felt that shiver. Urvan felt the way Elias looked back at him. It wasn't until that smoky kiss was pressed on his lips that he smiled into. He tried to slip his tongue into Elias' mouth, but he pulled away too soon to give him four pecks. One after another. One smirk on Urvan's face after the other as he stared those ice blue eyes into him. "I hope to continue to show you many things, Elias," Urvan smirked and finally pulled away. The earth beneath him crunching beneath his heavy boots. It was a nice day, in the least, but Elias made it so much nicer. <br><br>His hands went to grip Elias's wrist as Urvan pulled his hand up to his mouth. Brushing his stubble against his palm as he took one long drag off of that shared filter igniting that orange ember. Before inhaling the smoke and blowing it away from Elias' mouth. "But what do we do about your brother? I think he's on to us," Urvan said taking a step backward and deciding that they had played risky too long as it was. People were so judgmental about blood purity these days. <br><br>"I saw the way he was asking about the cigarette. It won't be too long before he decides to peep in on us one night," Urvan's icy blue eyes shot icicles of thirst into Elias. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist Elias the entire year at Drumstrang. What more, Hogwarts if they had limited privacy and rooms? "Do we have to hide this from him forever?" Urvan asked. Maybe making too many assumptions about their relationship. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 17:17:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.fbtb.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Katie-Sackhoff.jpg)</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> Tatyana Lauritzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665699#msg14665699)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 3/4 / Spruce / Horned Serpent horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Female school uniform perfectly presented<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elliott, Elias, Urvan&nbsp; </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Tatyana shrugged lightly and lifted her cup up to take another long sip from it. Elliott wasn't wrong, she was born and bred to lead even more so in a military setting. But she wasn't sure if that was where she wanted to really end up. Still, it was fun to make the little we one's dance, "Mmhmm, don't push me or I really will make you feel what's like for me to by your drill Sargent," she eyed Elliott for a moment and made a mental note to prove it next time they trained. If only to get a little rise out of him.<br><br>"I don't know why I do, I mean I'm as sweet and cuddly as they come." Tatyana actually managed to say the words with a straight face. Granted that was about it as a snarky laugh broke free, not long afterward. "I wouldn't break the boy, at least not permanently." she shrugged absently and wondered just what Elias was really afraid of. There was probably all manner of reasons he could be. But what was it that really did it for him? One day she'd have to corner him and find out.<br><br>"Well you're no help," Tatyana nudged Elliott and looked to the door for a moment. She doubted that Elias and Urvan were actually simply smoking, so they were probably out when it came to any possible adventure. "Well it seems like things are about to get stressful in the coming days, so why don't we find a way to cut loose." she suggested and looked back to Elliott, "I'd suggest impromptu poker night, but something tells me we might have lost the great smokey duo for the evening...sooo," she took a deep breath and thought for a moment.<br><br>It was moments like this Tatyana hated not being closer to a town. If they were they'd at least be able to go down and spend some time in a pub. Drinking, playing darts, possibly getting into a brawl...good times. "We could see what some of the others are up to, or...hit one of the bottles of vodka I have stowed away," she suggested with a laugh recalling an adventure she'd gotten into last year. Ahh drunk, and being dared to snowboard buck naked down the slopes surrounding the school...oh yeah, those were good times. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 17:23:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190228/5a89f298b3bbcb8711638d3d341ca174.png)<br><br>(https://www.wildernessscotland.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/autumn-blog-6384.jpg)<br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in October:</strong> <br><br>The average highs reach 11°C (51°F), while the average lows get down to 5°C (41°F). In terms of rainfall, on average, there are 20 days out of the month where rain is expected, and accumulation averages at 7.5 inches (190 millimeters). For the most part, a typical day in October is rather gloomy and cloudy, with ominous clouds that appear as if they might start to pour rain at any moment. It is now chilly enough that fall jackets are barely doing it anymore, unless paired with a hat and a scarf. Most will trade in their autumn jackets for heavier, bulkier coats. Layers are still important and a fireplace is suddenly much more cozy than last month. <br><br><strong>Important Dates this Month:</strong> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>25th October</strong> - Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students arrive at Hogwarts. A welcoming feast is thrown at the great hall.</li><li><strong>31st October</strong> - The Halloween dance takes place tonight, following a feast. The dance lasts from 7 pm until midnight. Also, the goblet of fire is lit and accepting names. Champions are chosen at midnight.</li></ul><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> <br><br>The entire month is open and available for Rp. The next time change can be delayed, if a majority would prefer that.<br><br>(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/535877970401820675/549978680588369950/HANB_October.png?width=673&amp;height=500)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Durmstrang]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 06:48:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190427/dba9a21b2e85174de3fe02d8742f1841.png)<br><br>(https://d36tnp772eyphs.cloudfront.net/blogs/1/2014/04/buachaille-etive-mor-matador-seo-940x626.jpg)<br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in October:</strong> <br><br>Here is a link (https://www.accuweather.com/en/gb/inverness/iv3-5/month/532?monyr=11/01/2019) with the weather for the month of November. Here is a link (https://moonphases.co.uk/moon-calendar) with the moon phases for the month of November. Here is a link (https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/uk/inverness?month=11&amp;year=2019) with the sunrises and sunsets for the month of November.<br><br><strong>Important Events this Month:</strong> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>5 November - Guy Fawkes Night</strong> - On the night that the Gunpowder Plot was foiled (November 5th, 1605), bonfires were set alight in celebration for the safety of the King. Since then, November 5th has become known as Bonfire Night. The event is commemorated every year with fireworks and burning effigies of Guy Fawkes.</li></ul><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Harvest Festival</strong> - During this month, there will be a carnival held at Hogsmeade village. It lasts most of the month, and includes an array of fun activities such as mazes, hay rides, fair foods, a Ferris wheel, carnival games, a pumpkin patch, and even a few small rides! Specific dates incoming.</li></ul><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> <br><br>The entire month is open and available for Rp. We aren't due for another time change until July 1st, 2019 (real time).</div>
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