"Are you ready Vikdor?" Madame Maxime inquired in her heavy French accent, as the academy's students stood outside the doors to the great hall. The students stood in four straight rows, boys on the left, and girls on the right. Viktor was in the very back, in between the 2 lines of boys, and had changed from his dress shoes to his magical skates. Madame Maxime was standing next to him but in the middle of the girls' rows.

"Yes, Headmistress. But there is a major problem in the carr-" Viktor started before Madame Maxime shushed him.

"Don't zink of zat now, just focus on ze skating." She ordered. "Are they funkzonal?"

Viktor removed his skate guards and tapped the blades on the ground, which made them glisten and form a small patch of ice on the floor. He hastily put the guards back on. "Yes, Headmistress. But you really ne-" He replied, then a knocking was heard at the door.

"Take zose zings off, it is time to go!" Madame Maxime exclaimed, and the procession of students began. Students in the front raised their wands, witch caused enchanting music to play. That was Viktor's cue, he immediately took off, thrusting himself forward, and skated up and around the entire great hall. He just spun around to the music however he pleased. He didn't have a set routine, not that Madame Maxime knew. If she did,

she would probably throw a fit. Despite all the time she pressured Viktor to spend skating, she rarely ever attended the practice sessions herself. On the ice was the only place Viktor felt like he could defy Madame Maxime, because she couldn't skate, therefore couldn't do anything to him when he was there.

When the music finished, about 39 seconds later, he landed gracefully on the ground and joined the formation his fellow students had already created. Madame Maxime lifted her wand and melted the elegant Ice trail Viktor's enchanted skates had created, and formed it into the Academy's coat of arms, before making it evaporate, concluding the performance. Everyone in the great hall clapped rather ferociously as the Academy Bowed, (all in perfect unison) and when Viktor raised his head, he saw something that caught his eye.

A boy, who looked a little younger than him, stared at him, his mouth gaping open. He had shortish black hair, half-rimmed blue glasses, and was wearing the same black cloak with a red tia that everyone else at his table wore. But he was different than the other students, different in a way that Viktor couldn't quite place. At first, Viktor thought that maybe the boy was Harry Potter, and that's what caught his eye, but then a few students down he spotted the actual Harry Potter, who's hair was much longer, had green eyes instead of the mystery boy's deep, chocolatey brown ones, and circular black glasses. Not to mention Harry Potter had a lightning bolt on his forehead while the other boy did not.

"W'ere is ze ice rink 'ear?" Madame Maxime asked Dumbledore, during the feast. Viktor was sitting at the Ravenclaw Table with the rest of the Beauxbatons, but was close enough to the teacher's table that he could hear the conversations. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, or friends to talk to himself. However, he kept peeking his head at the Gryffindor table. He was facing it, so it wasn't too obvious he kept sneaking peaks at the boy he had seen during his mini-performance.

"Ice rink?" Dumbledore asked, slightly confused. Viktor wasn't sure if his confusion was genuine or not.

"My student needs to practice"

"I'm sorry Madame, we don't have one of those here."

"Que!?" Madame Maxime exclaimed, loud enough the entire great hall stopped for a second, looked up at the Headmistress putting her hand up to her forehead and pretended to nearly faint.

There was no ice rink! Time stopped, Everything seemed to spin. Viktor wasn't sure how to feel, but the only question he asked himself was; what would he do with the year? The other Beauxbatons students would take a correspondence course specially tailored to their learning, but if Viktor knew anything it was that Madame Maxime did not set one up for him. Not to mention he was at least year behind his fellow students. Then, out of nowhere, a crazy idea struck like the lightning in the ceiling of the great hall. What if he could re-take his E.D.S's?

Would it be nearly impossible? Yes. Was it the craziest idea he had ever come up with in his 18 years of life? Nearly. But could he do it? If he wasn't dedicating his every waking moment to skating, absolutely. The only problem was getting it approved my Madame Maxime.

Oh no! He had forgotten to tell her about Yurio! There was absolutely no way that child had stayed on the carriage!

But before he could tell anyone anything, a small knock on the door of the great hall echoed into a roar, which caused everyone to stop what they were doing and stare directly at the door. (Accept Viktor, who at the time wished he was good enough at magic to disappear, but settled for putting his head in his hands)

"Is that you, Alastor?" Dumbledore questioned, his projected voice booming through the great hall.

"No! It's me!" Yurio's small voice squeaked, and the door opened, revealing a very pissed off, very wet Yurio. And if there ever was a time Viktor thought he was literally going to die from embarrassment, it would be that very moment.