It was happening again. Shards, could the woman stop tapping for /one/
moment? A scowl spread across his face, he turned an appropriate cool glare
at the girl opposite him. At once she stopped, blushing as she looked down.
"I-I'm sorry. You see, I tend to get frazzled in new situations. You could say I'm a bit too tense, and Madame Pince has always told me that it is unhealthy but nevertheless."
~What an utterly disgusting girl they've decided on. Have they no sense of decency? Those Hufflepuffs, all the same blithering idiots with unicellular brains.~ He continued to stare at her until she finally fell silent of her own accord, continued to lean casually against the far wall as he silently regarded each of the students in the room. At least they'd retained enough common sense not to select any of those infuriating Gryffindors.but where was the last of their number? He was certain the acceptance letter had said nine students going abroad to Durmstrang for the next Semester. From the corridor, a terrible ripping sound reverberated into their cozy sitting room, followed by a dismayed squeal that had all eight of them staring curiously at the open door. Within moments, a figure laden with suitcases traipsed in, setting all five bags down with a little huff.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Mother forgot to pack my nail set!" She brushed her nails against her shirt, clapping her hands before finally allowing herself to look up. "Has the Headmaster-" Her amber eyes widened, a hand discreetly resting on her bags to keep herself from falling unceremoniously onto her rear in surprise.
~Well, maybe they didn't have such awful taste after all~ He smirked as his eyes swept casually over the newcomer. Sleek, straight cinnamon-colored hair highlighted with an amazingly white-gold blonde. And man, she was all delicious curves. Why, he'd bet-
From the adjoining room directly across from the corridor where the girl had entered, a throat was cleared and he tore his gaze away from what he'd decided would be his brand new toy to eye the gaunt, black-mustached man, one Headmaster Kaliope of Durmstrang School of Magic.
"I am sorry to have kept you all waiting. I see," his gaze crossed everyone of them, "that you have all nine of you arrived already. Now we may proceed to lay out the rules." A tome-sized volume appeared on the table in the middle of the room, flipping of its own volition to page 756. "Our policy on transfer students is amazingly flexible. You will be rooming with students of your own year only. The dormitories are broken into dormitory buildings by years and then separated by floors in gender. The floors of the sixth and seventh years are intermixed gender-wise and we expect our students not to abuse this aspect of the school." He glanced pointedly at the group before flicking his wand so that the book opened to a diagram. "For example, Building 762 houses all seventh years. You will receive a password from your resident assistants and they will give you a list of names to contact for any other help you might need as well as your new class schedule. Supper served promptly at seven, and please enjoy your stay at Durmstrang."
With a faint smile, the man swept out of the room once more and disappeared behind the oak doors of the annex. There was a moment's silence before the nervous Hufflepuff dropped out of her chair in a faint.
"I-I'm sorry. You see, I tend to get frazzled in new situations. You could say I'm a bit too tense, and Madame Pince has always told me that it is unhealthy but nevertheless."
~What an utterly disgusting girl they've decided on. Have they no sense of decency? Those Hufflepuffs, all the same blithering idiots with unicellular brains.~ He continued to stare at her until she finally fell silent of her own accord, continued to lean casually against the far wall as he silently regarded each of the students in the room. At least they'd retained enough common sense not to select any of those infuriating Gryffindors.but where was the last of their number? He was certain the acceptance letter had said nine students going abroad to Durmstrang for the next Semester. From the corridor, a terrible ripping sound reverberated into their cozy sitting room, followed by a dismayed squeal that had all eight of them staring curiously at the open door. Within moments, a figure laden with suitcases traipsed in, setting all five bags down with a little huff.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Mother forgot to pack my nail set!" She brushed her nails against her shirt, clapping her hands before finally allowing herself to look up. "Has the Headmaster-" Her amber eyes widened, a hand discreetly resting on her bags to keep herself from falling unceremoniously onto her rear in surprise.
~Well, maybe they didn't have such awful taste after all~ He smirked as his eyes swept casually over the newcomer. Sleek, straight cinnamon-colored hair highlighted with an amazingly white-gold blonde. And man, she was all delicious curves. Why, he'd bet-
From the adjoining room directly across from the corridor where the girl had entered, a throat was cleared and he tore his gaze away from what he'd decided would be his brand new toy to eye the gaunt, black-mustached man, one Headmaster Kaliope of Durmstrang School of Magic.
"I am sorry to have kept you all waiting. I see," his gaze crossed everyone of them, "that you have all nine of you arrived already. Now we may proceed to lay out the rules." A tome-sized volume appeared on the table in the middle of the room, flipping of its own volition to page 756. "Our policy on transfer students is amazingly flexible. You will be rooming with students of your own year only. The dormitories are broken into dormitory buildings by years and then separated by floors in gender. The floors of the sixth and seventh years are intermixed gender-wise and we expect our students not to abuse this aspect of the school." He glanced pointedly at the group before flicking his wand so that the book opened to a diagram. "For example, Building 762 houses all seventh years. You will receive a password from your resident assistants and they will give you a list of names to contact for any other help you might need as well as your new class schedule. Supper served promptly at seven, and please enjoy your stay at Durmstrang."
With a faint smile, the man swept out of the room once more and disappeared behind the oak doors of the annex. There was a moment's silence before the nervous Hufflepuff dropped out of her chair in a faint.