With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Post by EVELINE LINWOOD on Jun 4, 2020 17:31:49 GMT
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lthough Evie had to say that she was not one hundred per cent satisfied with her costume, that was what she got for pulling her usual trick of leaving everything up to the last minute, and since she'd dealt with it all herself, she could hardly blame anyone else for it. That was to say, she could hardly legitimately blame anyone else for it, but that didn't stop her doing it anyway, because where was the point in life if you could only complain about things when you actually had a reason to? So far as Evie was concerned, that would be the worst kind of tragedy.
At least she had a costume; there had been a few days when she'd been worried that she might just have to wear uniform and maybe borrow a different House tie from one or another of her friends. That had turned out not to be the case, even if she had had to whine at one of the older Gryffindors for what felt like ages before they'd consented to help her shrink some clothes to fit her properly. She didn't see why people made such a fuss, personally.
Marching through the crowds with her head held high, the first familiar face that she saw was Hugo's, although it had to be said that Evie didn't see very much of it on account of the fact that as soon as she'd caught sight of him, her vision had become somewhat blurred by the tears of laughter that were building up in her eyes. "Oh Merlin... that's brilliant," she choked out between giggles, taking a few deep breaths and doing her best to pull herself together. "Who came up with that one, Hugo? I want to buy them flowers. You should wear that all the time, it's very you."
I do have standards, you know. Just... not high ones.
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Post by SOPHIE DUNSTABLE on Jun 4, 2020 20:13:29 GMT
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t was criminal how many rules they were subjected to, in Sophie's opinion, and although she'd done the best that she could within the limited confines of the rules, she was still far from happy about the costume she'd been forced to go for in the end. Still, she was putting a good face on it- she could hardly go around looking miserable, after all; she might get wrinkles. It didn't look as if she was going to be able to find anyone interesting, which was a veritable tragedy, but Sophie was good at patience; she'd been working for years at getting her roommate to snog her, to take a random example, and although she might not actually have achieved it yet, the brunette had a supreme degree of self confidence which simply wouldn't allow her to countenance the idea of giving up. Sooner or later, she was convinced, she would win out.
Humming faintly to herself, she swanned her way in through the double doors, and, selecting a familiar face at random, she cut through the crowds with her most winning smiles and soon arrived beside the rather handsome (if she said so herself) Wolfgang. He wasn't bad, at that, and had things been otherwise, she might have had a go there, but, whatever else she might be (and that was many things), Sophie was not an idiot. Besides, it wasn't as if there weren't plenty of other options when it came to eligible guys and girls around the castle. If only it had been a masquerade, she could have flirted with everyone and claimed she didn't know who they were... the school had missed a trick there.
"Letting the past catch up with you?" she queried with her most dazzling smile.
Post by VIVICA THOSTENSON on Jun 4, 2020 20:32:44 GMT
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last glance at Augusts as she made her way into the Hall was enough to satisfy Vivica that she had done a good job, and that was all that she was hoping for. After all, it would have been terrible to feel that she had ruined Augusts' Halloween costume by making a mess of the makeup, or the hair, or even by choosing the wrong dress- speaking of which... "That dress suits you much better than it ever did me," she commented with a slight smile as she held the door open to let him past before stepping over the threshold herself. Herself, she'd chosen to keep things simple since dressing up in costumes wasn't something that she had a whole lot of experience with in any case- she was a violinist, not an actress, and when she wanted to pretend to be someone else, she didn't need to muck about with metres of fabric and yards of thread; she just had to find the right music and close her eyes. It wasn't so easy for everyone, of course...
She shook her head at Izzy's suggestion. "No... How about Divi?" The blonde gave her friend half a smile. "It's a bit like Diva and it's a bit like 'divided'... And it rhymes with Vivi, obviously, so what's not to like?" Obviously Vivi was not nearly so conceited as to use her own name as the inspiration for Augusts'; besides, she'd had only the most tangential of involvement in everything, though she couldn't help feeling just a little proud of the end results; he looked amazing.
Post by MOLLY WEASLEY II on Jun 4, 2020 20:58:23 GMT
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andering with no particular purpose through the crowds which were populating the Great Hall, Molly glanced down at her wrist instinctively before remembering that she wasn't wearing a watch, and, glancing around vaguely, she wondered whether anyone had been considerate to come dressed as a functional clock. It wasn't outside the bounds of possibility, surely? You could do all sorts of things with magic, and while Charms, which was the subject that she was pretty sure any such costume would come under, wasn't her strongest point, it wouldn't be such a stretch, she didn't think.
From what she could see, though, no one had been considerate enough to don any such costume, and so she was going to have to make a guess at the time- she thought she might have been here about five minutes, but then again, it might have been ten; she wasn't sure, and her costume was beginning to become itchy around the decolletage, which was probably making it feel longer than was in actual fact the case. Scratching was not really an option given the situation, and so she was just going to have to put up with it.
Post by CATHERINE 'KITTY' DENNISON on Jun 4, 2020 21:07:39 GMT
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he blonde giggled, and noted that she was doing so at a considerably higher pitch than she was accustomed to. This was all just a little bit odd, but it was also going to be a great deal of fun, she could just tell, and she was amazed that she'd never thought of this before- it was such a simple idea! "Claryyyy..." she whined, doing her absolute best impression of the toddler that she looked like and contorting her features into a pout- something which her current face was extraordinarily well adapted for, it appeared, though she didn't think she'd ever done it on a particularly regular basis- "Will you carry me, pleeeease?" It wasn't that she didn't want to walk, though it did seem to be much more difficult with her new shorter legs, but she couldn't see anything down here and she wanted to get a good look at everyone's costumes!
seems that i have been held in some dreaming state/a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
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Post by GRETA ROWLE on Jun 5, 2020 2:00:54 GMT
in some dreaming state
For the whole of October, Greta had been consumed with thoughts about the Halloween dance: what to wear, who to go with, what the music would be like, whether she would get to dance with anyone. In her mind, she had pictured it as an elegant ball, with masquerade masks and fountains of punch and an orchestra playing as everyone waltzed across the floor.
That was why she was rather disappointed that the costume she'd had suggested to her when she mused to her friends that she of course had to go as a book character was not quite so bombastic. Still, the way the sparkly shoes clicked on the stone floor and the way the plaid skirt swished from side to side as she walked were satisfying, even as the visual cacophony of outfits that met her eyes as she entered the Great Hall was nothing like she'd expected. Animals, devils, and some strange brown foam thing milled around, not quite having started dancing yet.
Perhaps it was for the better that she hadn't chosen a dress that reached the floor.
Quin's did, though, making it easy to spot her friend across the room, and Greta darted over, not wanting to stay alone for long. It was so strange and yet so freeing to see not just one, but several boys in dresses, something her father would never have let Viktor try in a million years. "Will you dance with me?" She cast an eye at the still-empty dancefloor, trying not to look too disappointed that it hadn't yet been filled.
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we're not running when the world's on fire/we'll be dancing in the smoke
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Post by LYUBOV KAREVA on Jun 5, 2020 3:08:28 GMT
dancing in the smoke
Nadya had loved the idea. They had discussed it at the last weekend they'd been able to meet in Hogsmeade, in low voices over tea at the Hog's Head, which Lyuba knew her sister favored because she could order from the owner in Russian.
The idea, of course, being to make a scene, to protest the Aurors' presence in some way that wouldn't hurt anyone, wouldn't get Lyuba expelled, but that would make everyone stare, would maybe make some people think. After that first night holding Rodrik as he cried, Lyuba had been thinking about the situation more and more, feeling as if the anger at the Ministry she'd been hearing about for years was finally making its way deep into her heart. Vaughn Belanger had been a victim, had done his best to protect others in a system that hated him, and had been rewarded with what? Death at the hands of the Aurors who were supposed to be protectors of wizardkind, leaving behind a crater in the hearts of his family and those who cared for them.
So then, the idea. The Karevs had always owned a TV; Papa loved Soviet movies while Vera loved BBC serials. Lyuba had grown up seeing more films than many of her classmates. And there was a moment she recalled that made her think of herself--even as so often she hated the fire that spilled from her without realizing. She spent an evening in the library as soon as she had recalled it, looking for charms that could set a dress alight without actually charring the fabric underneath. Maybe she was neglecting her actual Charms homework, but that was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. No, it was more important to figure out how to become the Girl on Fire in front of all of Hogwarts--and Durmstrang.
She didn't own a red gown, which was where Nadya came in--a neatly wrapped package being dropped onto the Gryffindor table two days before the dance, which Lyuba had opened in her dorm to find the dress in question, along with a golden brooch pinned to the fabric, and a note that fluttered down, in Nadya's neat Russian cursive.
Vera thinks I borrowed her bird pin for myself. Please don't lose it.
It was perfect. Leaving her Charms homework for later yet again, she got to work with her wand, fingers crossed that there would be no mistakes in the magic this time.
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Constantin had asked Lyuba to the dance almost right after it had been announced, which had rather surprised her. She hadn't thought that any of the Durmstrang students would take a particular liking to her, but it seemed like she had been wrong--at least about him. He'd even offered to help teach her some dances, and it was there when she explained the trick they'd have to pull off, to make sure that everyone was looking at the very moment she would spin. It was unlikely, she knew, that he'd ever seen a Muggle movie, but a magical dress was something he would have to understand.
She'd left that room grinning, having let herself enjoy the way Stan flirted, even if she wondered just what his grandfather would think about his association with her. Maybe that, too, would shock someone--they were trying to make everyone stare, after all, between Lyuba's dress and the princely uniform Stan was going to wear.
It would be so satisfying--and so it was with no fanfare at all that Lyuba delivered her wand to the Headmistress's office early, not even sparing a glance for the protective Aurors. Ash is stubborn, went the saying about wands, something that Lyuba couldn't deny was true about herself, but there was no stubbornness in the way she left her own there. The stubbornness was in her heart, could never be stamped out.
She spent the afternoon hunched over the sink in the dormitory bathroom with a hair color potion she'd prepared earlier, turning her blonde locks to a rich brown, like the character she was meant to be. And then for the dress--she picked it up carefully, trying to keep the fabric at the bottom from rustling too much before it was time. Nadya had always been a little curvier, but they were close enough in size that it was only a little loose in the hips. It wouldn't be noticeable once they got to dancing. Once her hair was pulled up a little, makeup done, and shoes slid onto her feet, the final touch was Vera's pin on her shoulder.
In case there was any doubt about who I am.
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She met Stan outside the Great Hall, as he was coming from the dungeons and she from the tower. Every step was careful, to hide the secret charmed into the red fabric. With her shoes on, she was about the same height as her date, and they linked arms easily, Lyuba offering a smile. Except for him, she hadn't told a single soul about her costume, had only worked on the dress when her roommates were out. Now was the time to shine, to make their grand entrance. The dance had already started, and Lyuba hoped that would mean that plenty of people were there, that they wouldn't have to wait to have their moment.
With one last look at Stan, eyes sparkling, they stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, arm in arm, firelight reflecting off Stan's buttons and Lyuba's pin.
Post by CONSTANTIN DASCĂLU on Jun 5, 2020 8:09:23 GMT
When the topic of the Halloween ball came up during a class, Constantin used the opportunity. He started a conversation with a Gryffindor girl asking about it. He loved and valued traditions even if they weren’t his own so he was down for it. He’d ended the conversation with a playful flirt, asking her if she wanted to be his date for the ball. Stan hadn’t expected her to accept but in the end was glad he did. The hoard of (NPC) Durmstrang girls were lining up not much later to ask him to be their date. To keep the peace among Durmstrang it had been a good decision to ask Lyubov. He just hoped they didn’t bother her instead of fighting each other.
As they started to meet up for practice, Constantin quickly discovered she was Russian. At last his study in the Russian language paid off because it was much easier to communicate in it than in English. Stan always thought he had less of an accent while speaking Russian. While he wasn’t someone to quickly admit such things, he was having fun teaching her how to dance. Lyuba was a natural and he couldn’t believe she never had any lessons before. She came up with the idea of a fire dress which sounded super cool. It’d leave an impression on both schools. He hadn’t seen the movie because well… softly put his father was no fan of muggle technology and truth be told Stan was a bit wary too. The dress would be magic so they could get away with it.
He got dressed in a princely uniform which would compliment her dress. While it was a studding piece of its own, during the ball the attention would be on the dress. It was tradition after all to make the lady shine. Stan was eager to deliver on that. It was kind of lame they had to hand over their wands. Their one shot magic trick had to be perfect.
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As he left the dungeons and met Lyuba at the hall, a big smile played on his face. “Damn, the total picture is even more beautiful than I imagined it’d be. You look amazing,” he sincerely complimented her. After the slip up of the curse word, Stan cleared his throat and straightened his back. Making his posture match his princely appearance. “Will you honor me with your hand for a quadrille?” He asked playfully in a Victorian like style and offered a hand. Before going in he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “While we dance you should give the signal. I’ll spin you around when you give the lead,” he said softly. For any on lookers it would just seem like an intimate flirting moment but the two were brewing plans. He was going to lead the dance slowly and carefully as much as the music would allow for it. The movements should at least be safe enough not to trigger the charm early on.
They entered the hall and immediately he felt drawn in by the atmosphere. Stan spotted his friend Vivi and Elias who were standing with a beautiful woman with a nice butt. When the beautiful woman turned and Stan saw more than her side profile, his eyes immediately hurt. Merlin damnit Augusts. Stan couldn’t believe he complimented his bro’s butt in his head. Stan restrained himself from pulling a face and instead tried to focus on his beautiful date. “Perhaps we should wait for the thing until more people arrive. Is it okay if I say hi to my friends or shall we say hi to yours first?”
Genius. That's what Sally had proclaimed loudly to Hugo when she revealed their matching costume plan the other morning at breakfast. It was pure genius. No other soul was ever going to think of dressing up as a bludger-smacked Quidditch player and a beater's bat at the Halloween party. They were going to look kick-arse and stand out.
And stand out they did. Who was going to be able to tear their eyes away from Hugo who was dressed as a literal bat and herself who wore a Wimbourne Wasps uniform with a bludger 'embedded' on the side of her temple, face painted blood dripping all down her face? No-one, that's who!
Sally had just finished shooting a gawking pair of students a pair of finger guns when Hugo started up his grumbling about not being able to steal treats and turning around, she rolled her eyes. "Uh, you put them in your shoes, dummy," she said, before pausing... okay, maybe his complaining was valid. There... wasn't much room in his shoes and the sweets would probably wind up smelling like his feet after a long day of school which... gross. They totally stunk. Like, even worse than Liam's retch-inducing farts sometimes - and that was saying something. "Here, just shove 'em in my pockets then we can split our stash 50/50."
A woman of action, Sally had turned to fill her pockets for Hugo when she heard the voice of Evie. Whirling around, a grin spread on her face and she smacked Hugo in the shoulder with a considerable amount of voice. "See, we look cool as hell!" she exclaimed proudly. "And Evie looks like... like she's..." She had no idea what Evie was meant to be to be honest but instead of asking, she just rolled with it and finished with, "... like she's about to smack some grade A buttfaces with that... uh, whippy thing of hers."
"My shoes?" he repeated Sally's words, his eyebrows rising in surprise, "How am I supposed to put them in my sneakers? I can barely even bend over!" Gee, had that bludger actually hit her? At least the following suggestion about her pockets was decent, and he cast a glance around before plunging his own hands into a bowl of colorful hard candies, paper crumpling between his fingers.
Almost immediately, another friend of theirs popped up, losing her mind over Hugo's costume. 'It's very you.' A wave of embarrassment washed over him as Sally slapped him right on his shoulder as they turned around to face the other girl. He crossed his arms, biting the inside of his mouth as he frowned, hard candies sticking out from his balled fists. The girls were laughing at him, everyone would be laughing at him, and he wasn't here for it.
"What do you mean 'it's very me'? I don't even play Quidditch!" he grumbled, "You both are wearing actual clothes, while I'm stuck in this... Thing. It doesn't even have pockets! And I don't even want to think what I'll do when I need the bathroom!" he was quickly coming to regret his choice to humor Sally -- maybe taking up Zoe Valeria's offer to dress up as a little dog would have been better.
"What are you supposed to be, anyways?" he asked Evie, trying to figure out her outfit. After a moment of pondering, he voiced his version:"Is this some kind of fancy sheep herding gear?"
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Izzy was only paying half attention to the whole thing between Gus and Vivi because she didn't really give a shit. She ran a hand through the unbraided part of her hair and realized she really was a blind bitch when she couldn't even spot the pretty redhead. What kind of date was she that she couldn't find the girl asking her to be that date in the first place?
"Nope, go Sparklebutt or go home Vivi, you know the rules," she teased and moved to kiss her cheek and smiled. "Off I go, I spot a sexy girl that needs my attention." Izzy waved and headed towards Molly who she saw entering the hall. On her way she spotted Elias and waved at him before looking towards Stan's direction and blowing him a kiss while mentally flipping him the bird before she finally managed to get to Molly.
"And here I thought we had to keep our costumes child friendly."
With her shoulders drawn backwards, showcasing the full beauty of the very expensive, white, intricate wings sewn into the back of her designer dress, Vinda was quite pleased with her costume as she glided into the hall. It wasn't tacky or overdone, it was just the right level of taste for her liking.
Tossing her blonde locks over her shoulder, Vinda surveyed the competition other costumes with an air of distaste until finally she found a few people it didn't hurt to lay eyes on. Wolfgang who had been swarmed with Elias (acceptable company) and… Dunstable who she steadily ignored because hopefully the girl had enough brain cells to figure out she wasn't welcome here - although given she was a Hufflepuff, that was doubtful. Even the easiest of clues tended to elude them.
"Wolfgang, Elias, you look... quaint but at least you can take comfort in the fact you're not a red eyesore," she said curtly, going to nod her head in Karev's direction but instead being distracted by the surprising sight of, "Willy?" A range of emotions went coursing through Vinda's veins all at once - shock, adoration, the irritation - and after a moment of staring at her best friend whose promiscuous reputation hadn't lessened even after leaving the school (no, she wasn't jealous), Vinda whirled around and locked her eyes on Elias then Wolfgang… and back to Elias once more. He was the better choice for what she had in mind and to be honest… it was better to flaunt him in front of Willy because the ex-Slytherin hadn't wormed his hands down his pants, not like he had with Wolfgang at that party.
Clearing her throat softly, Vinda plastered on a sweet smile as she moved to Elias' side, letting her fingers graze his softly before balancing onto her tiptoes to murmur in his ear, "I hope you'll know what to do with your hands later when we... dance. Nothing worse than a boy who doesn't know what to do with his hands." Like Willy, the very first time she'd crawled into bed with him. Drawing back, Vinda gestured with her hands as if to say continue to Wolfgang and Elias. "I'll wait for you two to finish up first."
With a grin sliding across her lips, Ileana took in the crowd of people in front of her. Oh, such good-doer souls they all were, ready to obey the rules set out for them by the Hogwarts faculty... Ileana was planning on obeying some but she'd decided to bypass some others.
No alcohol permitted? No problem. She'd pre-gamed enough to become loose-limbed and free-spirited in the dormitories whilst she was getting dressed in her costume that showed just enough skin to create a stir, but not enough for her to have it magicked into another costume by that Quidditch Professor... which suited Ileana just fine because if she needed alcoholic top up later, she'd magically secured a lightweight flask of straight vodka onto the side of her stockings, one that was concealed by the way her skirt flounced outwards. She wasn't silly enough to drink it in public, lest she wanted it confiscated, and so she'd resigned herself to ducking into the bathroom every time she needed a beverage.
Humming, Ileana hooked her hands behind her back as she scoured the floor for somebody to bother, before her eyes light up like fireworks as she found Nicolas. He was always fun, always blushed so cutely. She couldn't wait to urge him into some troublesome acts beyond giving her the prefect bathroom passwords. "Your badge is looking especially shiny tonight," she remarked with a grin, reaching out to tap one neatly kept fingernail against it. "Do you shine it every day and night like a good boy, Nicolas?"
TAG: NICOLAS DELGADO NOTES: Ileana's dress isn't as low cut as the gif but instead cut to the middle of her chest.
Let it be known that Zoë was not Rodrik's date. Yes, she was attending a dance with him, with matching outfits, and yes, if you asked their parents, they were supposed to be married in a couple of years at the most, but she would never in a million years be Rodrik's date.
Wingman, on the other hand, she was perfectly happy to be. Having downed a couple of shots before accompanying Rodrik to the Great Hall, she was already in a cheerful if mischievous mood, the jaunty angle of the tiny straw hat on her head accompanying her grin.
"What's a lion who's too cowardly to wear a tail? You look fine." She smacked Rodrik lightly with the back of her hand. "I'm sure you'll have people falling all over you in no time. The Head Boy, in a coat like that?" Zoë was confident of her fashion choices, even if she was more used to dressing a body that was perhaps the exact opposite type of his. It was a talent. If only Hugo had agreed to be Toto--because "look, Rodrik, they match us!" Zoë's exclamation echoed through the hall as she pointed at a group of younger students. "I told you it was a good idea." Even if they were only a fraction of the book's cast of characters--seemed like everyone else had made up for that.
Her attention was captured by yet another costume as Ileana walked past, the low neckline of her dress making Zoë recall the last time she'd caught a glimpse of plenty of the Durmstrang girl's skin. "Think she'll make out with me again tonight? Right in front of all the professors?" Rodrik was tall enough that she had to lean up to make him see the smirk on her face.
But it was the entrance of Ileana's brother that made Zoë's eyes widen as she elbowed Rodrik hard--because that girl on his arm, despite the absence of her familiar white-blonde hair, was none other than Lyubov Kareva, also known as definitely the object of Rodrik's pining no matter how many times he said he didn't care anymore.
"Look, your bombshell has arrived," she declared, grinning, turning Rodrik to face the door.
"Don't kid yourself, Zoe," he grumbled in response to his friend's attempts to instill confidence in him, "The only falling anyone will be doing will be falling over, when they trip over it." He had wanted to continue his self-conscious tirade, but Zoe's enthusiastic yelling and pointing interrupted him as she had noticed a couple of younger kids dressed up as characters from the same muggle book as they had. The amount of muggle books they read at Hogwarts was countable on the fingers of one hand, so he couldn't be all that surprised at the coincidence. Zoe had tried to rope in Hugo to be their little dog, but Hugo already had different plans. Where was he, anyways? He could see Sally Jordan next to a redhead the same age, and there was someone else with them, but from a distance Rodrik couldn't even tell what the third kid was, even less -- who.
Zoe's next words made Rodrik want to groan like an annoyed little lion cub. She was staring at that Durmstrang girl, the same one that had become the last drop in Rodrik's chalice... He didn't understand, what Zoe saw in her. "Hm," he answered, watching the girl walk over to a younger student, one of the new prefects, "She's got her eyes on someone else."
His quiet contemplation about Zoe's taste in women was rudely interrupted by Zoe herself knocking the air out of Rodrik.
"My what-- Oh," he began, confused, but, upon seeing the person in question, his voice disappeared. It was none other than Lyuba, wearing a stunning red dress, with her shoulders exposed and with a front cut that would have had Rodrik drooling mentally, if not for the confusion he felt over her hair color-- But that was all secondary. His eyes traveled to the guy standing next to her, dressed like a goddamned prince, back straight, chest puffed out in confidence, as if he was some kind of goddamn peacock, and the sight made Rodrik sick.
His grip on the cane in his hand tightened, and as Lyuba and her slick-haired suitor walked right past them, Rodrik was trying to keep away the strange and alarming urge to make good use of said cane against that smug face. Instead he just put his cane down, forcefully, hoping that the noise would make Lyuba look back even for a split second. This was going to be a long evening.