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Zsofia frowned at Sunako's words, a deep thinking frown that was entirely typical of her. She ogled the jar and the crystalline powder inside for a tiny moment and readied her wand over it. Not bothering very much for languages, she flicked it to cast "Specialis revelio" on the jar of what she...

Zsofia smirked as she methodically unscrewed the jar and poured a vialful of it. Giving it a swirl, she let it settle on a stand and retrieved afew more reagents. While returning to her station she looked up at Sunako as she asked her what her purpose was. Blowing a strand of her blonde hair...

I apologise if this post is having no sense. For I am only demi-conscious right now. Lol It has generally been a good low-profile year for the Hungarian Countess. Her bleeding grades were up to scratch again and there were no further incidents in the House, not that she cared much about the two...

Ana: Anywhere would be good. ^_^ Though I must say I don't have a ounce of muse left in me and I'm friggin tired... :r

Introducing Zsofia Zsinnek de Ezsedyi, Durmstrang Sixth Year, she's best described as an easily provoked, mad, bloodthirsty Hungarian Countess. Now I'd like to have partners in crime or victims to bully for her. Friends in normal sense of the word is nearly impossible with her, there's only...

Zsofia had just caught her breath and muttered something in Hungarian to express her despair over people taking her wand. She then looked over to a pair of twins just as one of them glanced at her. Immediately, Zsofia was puzzled by what she perceived as mischeviousness. Snorting she gazed away...

Zsofia was for once studying for her OWLs. Never knowing how she got through each year without doing much studying before, she was quite surprised as to how easy these tests seemed to be. Of course, she needed an incentive to start studying, and that was her crazy mother's threat of pulling her...

"Oh, so it seems to be that ones family always manage to overshadow one, therefore one should try to distance oneself from them, as much as possible." Zsofia remarked vicariously, wondering how her idol's life at home was. Shrugging, she decided to look and study the ivy a bit, smiling, she...

Zsofia rolled her eyes as she apologised out of formality. She had no intention of deescalating this situation, especially not after she had been outright insulted. Number one, she wasn't a new girl, she had been here for five years now, slowly building herself a reputation that she could be...

Zsofia stepped slowly out of the car her father had rented and driven to the event. While coming up directly on the driveway of the church, she smirked for herself as she saw the number of people already gathered. Hopefully, they were all some sorts of at least half-bloods, or else... Catching...

Moriah: Perhaps, she and Zsofia can be partners in crime? Or just adversaries in general. Any further ideas?

Hello there, This is Mina presenting my Durmstrang character: Zsofia Zsinnek de Ezsedyi. She is least to say morbid, has a taste for blood and enjoys admin-approved plots (killing stuff, generally)... :r Needless to say she has no friends, at all; nor does she apparently need any. :r So...

Zsofia had, despite her very arrogant tone of voice, walked into the classroom with caution as she heard and saw the person she had enraged. Giving a tiny chuckle, she tightened her grip around her epee and held it there, looking the annoyed person right in his eyes. Chuckling again as she...

Upon hearing Sunako's efforts in continuing the conversation, Zsofia turned around, bowed her head in a small nod and curtsied, bending her knees just a little bit. Then she pinned the sword with the scabbard to her belt, before realeasing it with a clang to her boots. Smiling (for once) darkly...

Zsofika sneered silently as she saw the wand being lowered, so the guise was working, well lets keep doing it then. Putting up a friendly face, she said: "It's my pleasure getting along with you." Keeping her half-grin on and her left hand on the sword, which was covered with her robes, she said...

Zsofika had already passed the person several steps when she heard talking behind her back. She gave a grin in satisfaction and turned slowly around, letting go of her 75 centimetre long blade for sword. It fell softly into the wet grass together with the protective overall and was temporarily...

"Hiding are we not?" Zsofia hissed softly in her Hungarian tongue, smirking. "Well, I just have to flush you out like vermin." Still smirking, she let her left hand down into her robes and pulled out an epee out of a long walking stick, incidentally heirlooms both of them. With the sword in her...

Zsofia was still contently moving through the crowd when she was stopped in her tracks rather blatantly. Looking towards her hinderer with her 1 metre 51 centimetres, she returned the smile, which would rather be a rapid grin if she was normal. Zsofika never smiled, only either grinned or...

Zsofia was moments away from releasing Diffindo when her head, in response to a terrible crumbling sound, turned away from her target and looked towards the sounds, which were conveniently hidden behind a door. Frowning, she wondered if it was some poor defenceless soul inside, that needed her...

Another day had came in Zsofia's rather twisted life, another pitiful day for the petite fifteen year old. She was sitting peacefully (peaceful in the relative sense) on a window sill, seemingly to onlookers as if she was reading. In reality, she was observing from her position the milling...