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Artur grinned and held the ball up a little higher above him. "I muck about when I want to." He said, waiting for the other boy to put some distance between them for his shot. The further he stepped away, the riskier he felt it was, but he kept the quaffle firmly above his head and exhaled...

Artur could only shrug in response to being questioned - sure, maybe the bear was animate, there was definitely something in its eyes, but not to the degree he would have liked it to be. If he had it his way, he'd be riding the bear through the hallways and charging down the other students...

The Ivanoff boy returned his new friend's fist bump, and listened as he explained the pecking order at Durmstrang, and how Demyan played it safe by keeping to the middle. That was fine for some people, but Artur liked the title of "detention jockey". That sounded like it was far more worth his...

[font=timesnewroman]Despite taking his time, Artur had somehow fallen almost in step with Demyan, noticing he'd slowed down somewhat. He was glad, not wanting to rush through the entire castle and finish the day with it all being one big blur that he'd forget about by the following day and...

[font=timesnewroman]Transferring schools was an unpleasant experience, though compared to his past few years studying, or at least putting a quarter of an effort into studying at Koldovstoretz, it was the lesser of two evils. It wasn't like Artur had many friends to lose by leaving the Russian...