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As students take their seats Mcgonagall steps forward once more, holding her hands out and waiting for silence “Yes yes settle down. I’d like to first welcome our guests and remind Hogwarts students that whilst these students will be sharing your classes and dormitories, they are guests and are to be treated with the same respect as you are required to show your classmates and that we expect best behaviour from all our students.” Her words seemingly aimed at several of the problematic students as her glare reaches a certain Ravenclaw. “Now that we have all students that are able to participate in the Tournament gathered we would like to ensure all students know the rules. First. Once your name is in the cup, you will not be able to withdraw it. If your name is drawn you will have to compete, by placing your name in the cup you agree to stand. Second. You must be at least 16 years of age. We will be putting up magical barriers to prevent underage students from entering. Any student caught trying to get past those barriers will be sent to their respective Headmaster for punishment. Remember those barriers are for your safety. The cup will be stationed here in the great hall. You can place your name at any time during the day until the end of the feast where the winners will be announced.” Her curt voice comes to a halt, waiting for several long moments before stepping aside. Gesturing to introduce the Durmstrang headmaster. 


She was a stocky woman with dark eyes and a strong jaw, her eyebrows pulled close together and her near constant frowning. Even as she stood in front of the crowds it was hard to read her, the stoic expression one that managed to harden her excitement of the cup. Since Durmstrang had won the previous years it was their headmaster who got the privileges of opening the competition. And even as her hands grasped at the canvas sheet and pulling it from the goblet in a strong fluid motion, revealing the goblet of fire to the students, made of a hewn wood it stood raised from the floor below seemingly demanding its own attention 
 
The moment her hands touch the rim of the goblet blue flames ignite, roaring and dancing in the candle light. “The triwizard tournament has begun” Her thick accent announces, bowing slightly to the crowd before stepping back, even her stoic expression broken to look adequately pleased with herself, the blue flames flickering shadows to her pale skin. 


It was official, the tournament had begun. They would soon have their champions. Three people who represented their schools and were some of the very best wizards and witches of their age. They would be tested beyond what they could ever expect and how they would survive the challenges ahead is up to them. For now though it had only just begun, so celebrations would be the true concern for the time being. 


(The Cup will be open for entries from 21st September to 11:59pm on the 30th of September. Champions will be announced 1st of October) 


@Veelen @Harmonic Chaos @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @SeratheUnicorn @SuperSpice @Mikaera @Lettuce
 
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Tommy scoffed at Mcgonagall's opening statement . did she take him for a savage? He would provide exactly the same treatment to students of all schools and ages alike. He didn't listen to the warnings in the speech, he was at least past the age limit therefore he had an open door to join the tournament. Just how would be possibly the showiest way to do so? Should he rock up all cool during the bustiest time of the day? Or maybe have a grand opening? The ideas flowed through his head as he stared at the cup dreamily, endless possibilities shining in his eyes. The Ravenclaw prefects must have noticed that as they all looked positively ready to lock him up in the Ravenclaw tower until the end of the tournament.


When they were all dismissed for the evening, Tommy sought out Erza. Swinging himself on the older boy's shoulder in his usual manner.


- When you gonna do it tonight, darling? Together? Alone? - He teased the boy. It was obvious to them both that they were talking about putting their names into the goblet. However the innuendo raised some brows from the unfortunate by standers who had witnessed the ordeal. But Erza didn't respond, he was... distracted, full attention elsewhere. Somehow Thomas didn't like that, he felt his stomach turn. Ignoring it he snapped his fingers in front of Erza's face rudely. When Erza looked at his confused he rolled his eyes and began walking away in a manner that resembled a tantrum.


- Come to your senses - he muttered just before he began stomping up the stairs. 


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Vivienne 


“Gossip? Hardly anything this year. Ezra was telling me on the train how Angelica Roman in the year above got removed from several classes because Helbore complained about her attitude. But that's just a rumour that goes around every year. Besides every one knows she got removed from classes because she's transferring schools” Vivienne tells him with a soft smile, walking besides him and thanking fate that the candle light hid the colour in her cheeks “Baptiste you're too sweet, you're looking rather dashing yourself” she replies as they step inside the great hall, watching as Thomas skulks past them. Vivienne laughing as she pulls Baptiste towards the Slytherin tables, sitting down and scooting over for Baptiste, introducing him to some of the Slytherins sat around her. All giving him a warm welcome.


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Baptise raised an eyebrow at the gossip and chuckled." Oh Angelic i remember her... A larger eh... Blabber mouth i never heard before, i spend only a couple of times with her and that was enough." He said and shuddered as if the very thought of Angelica. He then noted something as they walked, a change in her face that he couldnt quite see but could only guess. "Merci." He replied as he went over and sat with her in the slytherin table." Mon Dieu I missed this." He called before shaking his hands with other slytherins and chatted with them. He soon seemed to be making new friends and helping newbies settle in.


Soon there was a sudden silence in the hall mid sentence across the hall and soon noted McGonagall beginning her start of year speech and opening the triwizard tournament. The goblet of fire was quite the sight to behold almost signifying the importance and prestige of the events. "Well, i suppose we should join up." He said to Vivienne as he searched he robes for pieces of parchments. "Damn have to wait until later. Rather nib this in the bud early and not owrry about it."
 
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  Kazimir turned his attention away from Jane and onto McGonagall  he listened intently with eyes wide as the goblet erupted into blue flames, this was it. He wanted to get up right then and put his name into the goblet he fished around in his pocket and pulled out one of his smaller sketchbooks that kept on his person at all times in case he was bored. He tore out a fragment and in elegant writing wrote out 'Kazimir Kirillovich Vasilyevich.' He debated the uncharacteristic act for a moment before standing up and brushing his hair from his eyes. He felt the heat of eyes on him walked up to the cup in even strides, keeping his face carefully blank he glanced at his headmaster who nodded his approval.  


 He looked into the flames they were memorizing and his fingers itched to draw them, but he pushed the urge away and with his heart pounding dropped his name in.
 
 
Ezra
Listening intently to Mcgonagall he grins to the flicker of blue flame, the rush and exhilaration of excitement pulsing through his veins. He had never seen such a clear statement of triumph placed before them, offered to them freely. He knew for sure he would be placing his name in the cup, it was only a matter of when. Should he wait? Or throw caution to the wind and announce to every person in the room that he'll be competing for the one chance. 


After Mcgonagall had stepped away, Ezra found himself in a conversation with a 6th year Hufflepuff, she'd been arguing how barbaric the tournament has been in the past that it even led to the uprising of you-know-who she’d even whispered his name, as if he could come back at the drop of his name. Ezra had of course replied with a small joke about beetlejuice but it sailed far over her head. Between listening to her and glancing to the cup he noticed a figure approaching the cup, the same person who'd caught his eyes, the deep reds and thick furs covered in shadows of blue light. The first to put their name forward. Still he didn't look away, at least not until Thomas had crept behind him, speaking on with words that wouldn't reach his ears, not until the Ravenclaw snaps his fingers in front of his face. Ezra’s cheeks burning as he ducks his head, attempting to hide the slight confusion spread across his face. Calling after Thomas as he storms away. Torn between following after him or copying his manner by walking away.


@Veelen


Vivienne
As they settled down on the Slytherin table she watched him greet the others like old friends, smiling to herself and turning her attention to Mcgonagall. It was thrilling, entirely and utterly thrilling. This chance to prove herself. To prove Hogwarts was a finer school than they all thought. Though she didn't have to hear them, she knew the other schools or teachers at least looked down on Hogwarts. 


“I might have a quill” She tells him, placing a hand inside her robes as she searches, pulling out a quill and handing it over to Baptiste “There you are! What do you reckon the challenges will be?” She asks directing the question to those sat around them. Her hands back inside her pristine robes, searching for the small roll of parchment she carries around for emergencies such as placing her name in the goblet. Although she’d never admit it she felt rather wary of placing her name inside the cup, if chosen she would have to face no matter what they threw towards her. Regardless of what it was, she told herself she would be prepared, even if that wasn't true, the power of improvisation would at least get her through. 


@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
 
"Merci, Vivi." Baptiste said taking the offered quill, another search of his pockets found a piece of torn parchment were he wrote his name on it and his school."I have no idea, dragons egg hunting, blast ended scroot de-horning, broom race, cooking challenge. Could be anything if the same evil minds from last year are still planning the challenges."He replied getting a sudden feeling of both excitement and nerves building up on him. He went to stand feeling suddenly a little hesitant but pushed through it." Alle, let go sign up before i chicken out." He said before beginning to move to the cup. Once a short wait in line he was infront of the cup. He kissed the parchment and threw to the cup.
 
Jane hung on to every word that Mcgonnogal spoke and watched as the Goblet of Fire was revealed and the cup errupted with blue flames. She turned her head back to Kazimir but he was no longer standing where he had been mere seconds ago. She looked around hastily before spotting him at the goblet and watching as he blankly dropped his name into the Goblet of Fire. A sudden feeling of courage and duty filled Jane, why shouldnt she enter? She quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and a quil from the middle of table, hastily scrawling Jane English before almost running up to the cup, she made sure not to look at any of the other students as a simple look was enough for her courage to dissappear.


Reaching the cup Jane quickly dropped the parchment into the Goblet before she had time to second guess herself. A feeling or relief and fear washed over her, now her fate was out of her hands.
 

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Sasha had no clue why he'd been selected as one of the students to represent Beauxbatons in the first place, given that he was hardly able to ride a broom without flipping upside down on it, and having ended up with at least one severe injury from a magical creature (or even a non-magical cat, once) every year, if not more. When you added in the fact that he looked like some sort of delinquent but could hardly manage to his own classmates on a good day, he thought he seemed like the least likely candidate to be brought to Hogwarts. Shit, he couldn't even manage to walk around his own school and not get lost, how was he supposed to navigate a whole new one and not end up getting so lost that nobody could find him and end up starving to death?
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While Sasha, himself, had managed to keep his composure while sitting at the Slytherin table, his tattoos told a whole different story- Scrunched up on his arm, the tentacles weren't even visible, while  one had worked its' way around his neck, as if to choke him, insinuating that he might have rather been dead than sitting at a table with a whole lot of new people. God, he would be sharing classes with these people, wouldn't he? That actually sounded like torture. He saw Baptiste... Somewhere nearby, earlier, but he wasn't sure he could actually call the guy his friend'. Yeah, maybe he had said one or two things to him in the carriage while they were making their way to Hogwarts, but he still hardly knew anything more than his name, and he seemed to be having a good time with some Hogwarts student. Well, there went him talking to anybody from Beauxbaton, because the rest of them seemed to have disappeared into the ether. Seriously, where were the other Beauxbaton students? It was like they were the only two.
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Sasha had been a bit too engulfed in his own internal panic to realize that the Hogwarts Headmistress, Mcgonals or something like that, started speaking, and didn't even realize anything was being said until the Goblet of Fire had been revealed, and the Durmstrang Head Mistress announced that the Triwizard competition had begun. Fuck, what had he missed? Did Mcdonald say something important while he wasn't looking? How long did they have to put their names in the Goblet of Fire? Were there restrictions he didn't know about?
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Once again, while he was lost in thought, several things had happened, but this time, it was just a few people putting their names in the Goblet of Fire. He pulled out a piece of Parchment and a Quill he carried around just in case he ever needed them, and scribbled his name down on the paper, which still looked pretty neat despite how quickly he wrote it. Standing up, he practically skipped over to the Goblet of Fire, looking surprisingly chipper despite the fact that the tattoo around his neck seemed to be increasing it's efforts to choke him the closer he got. He dropped his piece of parchment in the goblet before he had time to doubt himself.
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He had stormed away many of times like this before, he wasnt expected to be chased it was more of an attention thing. When he finally got to his dorm room he fell onto his bed. Suppose he could forgive Erza for his earlier behavior. Lack of attention towards him was almost a crime. He wouldn't admit defeat before his friend felt the full force of his anger.


The next morning he didn't sit with Erza at breakfast. In fact he entirely ignored the poor boy. When the classes have finished for the day everyone gathered around the goblet of fire to spectate and cheer on those who decided to join. Tommy along with a few other Ravenclaws he occasionally hung out with were there too. 


- Are you all ready?! - Tommy yelled after he finished writing his name on a piece of parchment. The whole hall gave a excited roar as the Ravenclaw jumped down from his seat and happily jogged to the goblet chucking his name in basketball style. The roar increased in volume and Tommy joined his excited fellow students in yelling and cheering. 


// Veelen 
 
Ezra   Great Hall>>>Hufflepuff Dorms>>>>Great Hall (Monday 8am)


In the middle of pissed off and attempting to apologise Ezra stands dejected in the hall, angry at Tommy for being irrational towards him, he had no reason to be acting like such a dick in fact Ezra should be the one that's pissed at Tommy not the other way around. Feeling stressed and pissed he stalks forwards, his hands fumbling in his pockets as he digs around for a scrap bit of parchment. Scrawling his name as he strides towards the goblet tossing his name in the goblet. Nothing how he imagined it would be. No flames of glory, just hundreds of pairs of eyes staring.


After his dramatic placement of his name in the cup he ends up taking to the dorms with the other Hufflepuffs, curling by the fire in the common room, all chatting and talking until the small hours and one by one they'd ended up slinking off to their beds, exhausted from the excitement of the day. 


The next morning Ezra couldn't help but wince at the rising heat of bitterness as he sees Thomas in the great hall. Rolling his eyes as he sits down, throwing a wave over to Vivienne trying to get her attention enough so he can vent about how he was behaving


Vivienne Great Hall


After the excitement of placing her name in the cup, Vivienne had retired to the Slytherin Dorms, wishing her friends and Baptiste good night before clambering between the warm sheets of her bed, but not pulling the curtains, allowing the voices of her friends lull her to sleep. Although once she woke up she felt the exhaustion of yesterday creeping behind her as she'd forced herself from the warmth of the bed, spending an hour or so getting ready so she could make her way to the Great Hall, genuinely excited for the breakfast she'd been dreaming of all holiday. Sure pumpkin juice can be acquired anywhere, but it's never quite the same as it is at Hogwarts. 


Sat on the bench alongside Baptiste she glances up catching eyes with Ezra as he pleads. The cheer of Ravenclaws almost a signal as she stands up, nudging Baptiste "Do you want to come deal with some drama with me before Charms?" She asks him, tucking her hair back behind her ear as she does.


@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki


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Baptiste was sad to leave Vivienne when it was time for bed, to amped up by excitement you want to go to sleep. He spend some of the night catching up with some of his other friends but they didn't lost long, leaving him on the bed wide awake wondering what the rest of his time here would bring. He wasn't sure if he fell asleep in the end but the next thing he knew it was morning, despite being there before he was still in french time and so was almost late getting down to breakfast. He sat by Vivienne  and aside from the triwizard tournament in the background it was like he never left. The same gossip, the same food picking and the same gallons of pumpkin juice consumed. "Que? " He muttered when he was nudged by Vivienne, his lack of sleep taking it effect." Oui, yes of course...what sort of drama? You are breaking hearts again?"
 
Jane had a sleepless night that night, her thoughts were filled with the possibility of being chosen as the Hogwarts champion. She rolled over restlessly, tangling herself in the sheets of her bed. What was the chance she'd get picked? Out of the hundreds of entries what were the odds? Jane slowly fell asleep to these thoughts, not knowing what was ahead.


Jane woke up late the next morning and quickly dressed into her school robes, making her way down the Great Hall, rubbing the sleep from her eyes on the way. Walking through the huge doors she glanced at the Slytherin table, spotting a good friends of hers, Vivienne. She silently walked over to the Slytherin table, looking rather out of place as a Gryffindor student, she even caught a few sneering looks from the Slytherin students. Jane stopped a few feet from Vivienne, took a deep breath and then tried to speak with confidence "Hey, Vivienne, i didnt see you last night" Jane started, smiling as she looked at her friend.


@wichtlein 
 

Sasha de Vries
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Alright, so far, so good- Sasha had managed to get to the Great Hall for breakfast, which was farther than he expected to get without having a mental break down, vomiting, or any of those other fun things that can come with severe social anxiety. His tattoos also didn't betray his emotions, luckily, and were calmly moving their way along his body, still mostly hidden by his blue uniform. Now, a lack of sleep due to the fact that his nerves were on edge and the fact that Hogwarts seemed to be in some different timezone from the Netherlands meant that he looked tired, but that wasn't far from the truth for most of the Beauxbaton or Durmstrang students. Changing timezones that quickly was a bitch.
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As tired as he was, something still managed to catch him attention. A blond boy wearing blue and black had gone and slam-dunked his name into the goblet of fire like he was some muggle basketball-player. Blue and black were the colours of.... Ravenspaw? Riverclaw? What the hell were the names of the Hogwarts houses? Whatever the name of the house, they definitely had one flamboyant boy in their midst. Maybe Sasha should take notes from him on being something even in the same universe as social. He also had nice hair, almost the same white-blond as Sasha's own....
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@Veelen cause i kinda mentioned thomas
 
Durmstrang Ship >> Great Hall


Sylvia Forresis


Sylvia woke up in the girls cabin in the ship. She had planned to stay in the Ravenclaw dorms, but chickened out and stayed in the ship. She got up and stretched. Today was the day. The champions would be announced later.... And she hadn't put her name in. Now she was here, it seemed so daunting, and it seemed kind of unlikely she would be chosen anyway. 


She yawned, and headed over to the Hogwarts Great Hall. She managed to find it without to much difficulty, which was quite good. It would suck to get lost, on her own. She could probably use a navigation charm, but might still manage to get lost. Oh well, it didn't matter, she found it anyway.


The teachers were all seated on a long table once more, with the Hogwarts Headteacher in the centre. The students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were all seated around the different tables, chatting excitedly. She glanced around, but couldn't see him. Maybe he was still asleep? She hadn't seen him since she headed off to that private room on the ship the day before. She didn't really talk to anyone else in her school, and the other students all seemed kind of intimidating. She sighed, and sat down on the Ravenclaw table once more, grabbing some pancakes.


@Harmonic Chaos
 

Alvar Bryjar
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That dude who wants to be an auror or something suicidal like that. I, Sir Rude Satirous Caption, do not talk idiot, therefor I can not be more specific. 
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Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty, Hogwarts. One of the most perstiogous schools in all of the Wizarding World. Alvar was absolutely ecstatic about being there. He had often time read about the many greats who had emerged form this ancient school.


Well enough flavor text, let me tell you about the doings of the aforementioned man, who is currently walking to The Great Hall at a time and pace that was not befiting of a Bryjar. He overselpt because he had an late night, for the same reasons as the ones in the above posts, and was to busy admiring the walls of Hogwarts Castle to speed up and make up for the lost time.


The Great Hall


When Alvar eventually entered The Great Hall he went to the Ravenclaw Table in search of Sy, all the while gazing in awe at the thousands of candels, the enchanted ceiling and the golden plates. It was so much fancier then Drumstang, and warmer, much, much warmer.


While on his quest to rendezvous with the fair maiden Forresis, he saw and walked by a rather handsom blond male in the bule Beubaxon uniform, sleeping at the slytherin table, who had the most peculiar tattoos. They were octopus arms that were gently swaying across his body. His mother said that it was some new  fad at dinner once. He didn't rember why the subject came up, or any of the other details  of the conversation, but he did remember one thing: his mother was openly disgusted by it, and she was normaly far to elegent to show her disgust with anything. 


Anyways, Alvar was still looking at a sleeping kid, no adult, and well waking him up would be the nice thing to do right? But wouldn't that be hypocritcal considering his own late night? Then again, he would want someone to wake him up if he fell asleep outside of an dorm.


So with that thought in his mind Alvar boldly, but gently, shaked Sasha's shoulders.


@Lettuce 


@SeratheUnicorn 
 
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The only thing that kept Sasha's head from slipping out of his hand and into whatever food was sitting in front of him, splattering that and pumpkin juice everywhere, was a hand clasping his shoulder, and gently shaking him awake. He sat bolt upright, his middle finger snagging the top of his glasses as his head moved against his head, and pulling them off. Well, at least his glasses landed on his lap, preventing him from damaging them in his surprise.
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Gaining his wits, he looked to his side to see who had shaken him awake, eyes landing on a male in a familiar red uniform. Oh, a nice Durmstrang student had woken him up, ans Sasha's already on edge mind was going through all of the worst-case scenarios he could think up of. Had the Headmasters already started pulling names from the Goblet, and he had missed it because he was napping? Had his name been pulled out and, by process of elimination, they figured out it was the student sleeping in the middle of breakfast? Did somebody put gum in his hair?
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"Oh, uhm," Sasha just blinked at the person who had woken him, while his mind continued to silently race. Had he forgotten his shoe this morning? Was he wearing two ties? What if he was still in his pajamas? A quick glance down told him that he had managed to actually dress himself this morning, though he still couldn't see his foot, and he didn't know whether or not he was only wearing one shoe. He looked back up at the Durmstrang boy, and decided to try saying hi, instead of something dumb like rambling his inner turmoils onto this boy, "H-Hallo?"
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Sylvia Forresis


Sylvia finished her stack of pancakes and looked around once again for Alvar. He couldn't have still been asleep? Sometimes he did sleep in, but he would probably be hungry by now. She glanced around the hall, looking particularly at the students on the Slytherin table. Maybe he sat regret instead? She smiled slightly as she saw his hair - kind of messy, brown and obvious. He was over there alright. Was he sitting there then?


She got up and made her way over to the table, pushing her way through crowds of people to get to the Slytherin table. She walked around and could properly see him.... And the student he was shaking. Shaking? Why was he shaking a Beauxbatons student in the middle of the Great Hall? She watched as he pulled away and the student looked up at him kind of nervously. She shook her head and walked over to them.


She heard the other boy stutter a hello, and felt kind of sympathetic. That was how she reacted to most new people. She tapped Alvar on the shoulder. "Hey, Alvar. My eyes might be playing tricks on me, but why did you shake this guy?" She asked him, nonplussed. 


@Harmonic Chaos


@Lettuce
 
Vivienne 


She laughs softly, shaking her head "Unfortunately it's my friends breaking hearts, but deciding to be childish about it" she tells him, rolling her eyes as she speaks and grinning to him. She must admit it felt good to be laughing with him again, it was the strangest thing about friends was that you could spend so much time apart but the moment you were together again it felt as though you hadn't even been apart.


Hearing the voice of her friend she looks up, not failing to notice the sneers of several housemates, glaring to them before looking back to Jane and greeting her with a small hug "Jane! Oh gosh I know it was so hectic yesterday I was so exhausted, I think I was up in the common room for only half an hour" She laughs, she knows many had stayed up much later, Baptiste being one of them. "How've you been? Did you put your name in the cup?" Vivienne asks her, she admired Jane in a lot of ways, her intelligence and courage were a few things but she admired her distance from her family name. It was easy for purebloods to get mixed with their name and never part from it. Jane was one of the few who had. "I can't believe it's the second day and already those two are fighting" She grins, walking towards the hufflepuff table but still looking to both her friends so they could follow and continue talking. 


@Harmonic Chaos


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"Oh so do you want me to knock some sense into him or something?" He asked curiously at the the explanation, chuckling a little as well. He wanted to make a more humorous remark but he was too tired to truly think about it, when he did think of something better Vivienne was sidetracked by the the arrival of Jane. There was some relief not having to think of something and just looked at the two girls talking as he downed a pumpkin juice goblet. He tried to think if he had met Jane before, though he didnt seem to have any memory of her.
 
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 Kazimir walked back to the ship after he but his name into the goblet, he kept his face closed off but he was shaking on the inside. If he got picked he would have a chance at proving his family and everyone who ever doubted him wrong, if he didn't he would receive a few jabs and sneers at his expense, so nothing too bad. By the time he was climbing on the ship he was yawning it had been a nerve racking day and he didn't get much sleep the night so he was plenty ready to go to sleep. He pulled off his furs and put on his comfortable but expensive sleepwear, tomorrow he would go about finding the Slytherin dorms.


Kazimir woke up as the sun rose as was his habit, and showered in the basic bathrooms that was held on board, he quickly dressed in his Durmstrang uniform forgoing the fur as it was much warmer at Hogwarts than Durmstrang, he wondered if they would be allowed to wear some of their normal robes as the year went by, He wasn't fond of red no matter how much he had worn it in the last six years


He left the ship and stood outside for a while enjoying the soft breeze blowing through his damp hair before he walked in and joined the school. The hall was just as grand as it was last night and Kazimir took a few moments to admire it before scanning the hall looking for a crop of red hair hoping Jane could help him find the Slytherin dorms, he found her among  a group of people he didn't recognize. The hall was loud,  much louder than he was used to and he could feel himself panic when he got into the thick of it so when he finally arrived to where Jane was he didn't realized he grabbed the wrong redhead in the group.


"Jane zank goodness I'v found you."  His eyes widen and he takes his hands off the unknown girl's shoulder.


@wichtlein  
 
(Sorry for the late reply!)


Jane hugged her red head counterpart back "Yes i did enter" Jane said smiling as she moved back from Vivienne. Jane had been friends with Vivienne since their first year at Hogwarts even though they were part of historically rivaled houses. Jane had always been expected to have been picked for Slytherin. Perhaps Jane was friends with Vivienne because they were both very focused on their grades or maybe it was because Vivienne was so outgoing, much like herself.


"Jane zank goodness I'v found you." Jane looked over Vivienne's shoulder at Kazimir who had mistaken her for herself.. Jane laughed "Um, Kazimir" She spoke, sticking her head out "That's Vivienne, my friend".
 
Vivienne laughs, nodding her head to him "That's exactly what they both need. Although I don't know if sense could even be knocked into skulls that stubborn" her words trailing off as she looks to Jane, feeling a swell of pride at her friends entering the tournament. It was an oddly motherly instinct for her but then again she was used to mothering their friends, often being the voice of reason when they all decided to show the more ambitious house traits. But that isn't to say she is against the trouble they cause, she's merely opposed to them getting caught.  "Are you nervous? They're announcing the results at the great feast tonight -" Her words cut off by a hand on her shoulder, Vivienne turning around to  be greeted by a Durmstrang student, she vaguely recognised him from yesterday. The first to put their name in the goblet. Vivienne giving him a small wave as Jane introduces her "Simple misunderstanding, the red hair is to blame. Uh Kazimir was it?" She gives him a warm smile as she gestures between her and Jane's hair. 


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Baptiste smirked at the confusion. "Oh Vive, looks like you have competition of the best red heads." He commented jokingly as he studied the Durmstrang Student. He was surprised on how pale he looked and how much thinner he looked compared to other Durmstrang student he meet. Baptiste half expected the breeze would be enough to knock Kazimir over let alone than any challenge the tournament would put them up against. "Kazimer? I am Batipste from Beaubaton, mon plaisir to meet you." He said extending his hand to Kazimer. " Nothing personal for the... ass kicking during the tournament."
 
Kazimir fought the flush of embarrassment that tried to make itself known on his face and he swiped his still damp bangs away from his face " Da, I see zat now, Hogvarts is very different from what I am use to." He addresses Jane with a small smile. "I was looking to find the Slytherin dormitory." His eyes slid over the redhead he has mistaken for Jane, Vivienne he was sure Jane called her, and noticed her uniform. "Vould you mind shoving me later?"  Before she could answer his eyes were drawn to the outstretched hand.


"Niet vorries, it is not needed as history has shown it is the French who is often forgetting zeir robes." He replied referencing the war of 1812 as he took the offered hand into his own and gave a hard squeeze. The bespectacled teen in front of him looked sturdy and held an air of arrogance about him that automatically set Kazimir's teeth on edge, not to mention the name Batipste rang a bell in his head. 


 Kazimir knew he didn't look like much and years of being at Durmstrang with the non-Russian students lacking understanding in how noble and respected the art of ballet was built up a tolerance for those who couldn't comprehend the quite strength and endurance his body held. Kazimir was a seemingly an easy target throughout his childhood especially after what happened fourth year, his last name kept them from causing any physical harm but he was use to these dominance acts and knew how to puff his feathers even as he wanted to get far away from the conflict as possible.


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Vivienne


Vivienne nudges Baptiste playfully before looking to Kazimir as he spoke "Sure that's no problem. I imagine that it's a bit of trek for you to have to walk out every morning and evening." Vivienne grins to him, listening to the two of them talk among each other, not failing to notice the slight tension set in the air, glancing between the two before shaking her head. "Anyway, we do actually have a class this morning and Professor Selander is not a fan of tardiness. Kazimir I'll take you down to the dorms after tea tonight?" She asks, shifting slightly, they still had at least half an hour until their first class but by the time it took them to walk to the third floor they'd only have 15 minutes and one thing about Vivienne is that she refuses to be late. 


After a long day of classes Vivienne was feeling rather exhilarated, the classes had been challenging and she'd felt rather confident about the surprise exam Professor Helbore had sprung on the potions class. But she now found herself sat at the Hufflepuff table, arguing lightheartedly to her friend whilst her eyes searched for Baptiste and Kazimir, after classes she'd lost track of them both having spent her afternoon beginning her studies whilst watching Ezra begin Qudditch practice so was now regretting not telling them a specific place to meet her.  


Ezra


After breakfast he'd actually gone to his classes, ignoring Thomas the entire time they were in that class and Vivienne had practically forced him to show up to the classes they shared together so in return had asked her to accompany him whilst he started Quidditch training, the Hufflepuff team had started early this year, they wanted to be on top of their game. Lat year they'd lost the cup to Slytherin and this year they were determined to win so he'd dragged her out to the field whilst the team trained, he'd occasionally get a glimpse of her red hair as she poured through one of her books whilst he darted around the field. 


Eventually they made their way to the feast, Vivienne had taken the time to freshen up whilst he had decided (much to Vivienne's dismay) to stay in his Quidditch robes, sitting beside her at the Hufflepuff table he picks at the food, instead of eating. engaging in a rather heated debate over the authenticity of Divination as a subjection. Although the absence of Thomas did cause him to unwillingly search through the Ravenclaws hoping that he'd be the first to make a move back over to sitting with them. Even if he was being irrational he did miss his friend. 


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