A rather Grimm meeting.

[Xavier Grimm]

Xavier Grimm had been attending Durmstrang for a little while now, since the start of the new year, he had been in this awfully cold place. Some said that Hogwarts was cold in winter, right now? It seemed like an island paradise compared to winter here, he felt like he was partcially frozen as he made his way through the chilling halls of the Durmstrang Institute. Xavier crossed his arms across his chest protectively, in an attempt to keep himself warm. It failed. How was he supposed to wonder around and get used ot the place while most people were away, when he felt like he was going to freeze over? He rolled his eyes and continued down the hall, he was bound to find the Potions classroom sooner or later. Sure, it was the holidays, but Xavier was 'the new kid', so he had no idea where he was going half the time, and now decided that he would use his holidays to map his way around the Durmstrang Institute, because he hadn't met anyone that wanted to say hello to him, it was a bit rude, but he built a bridge and got over it. He couldn't expect people to like him, even his own family didn't like him, so why would a bunch of strangers? His blue eyes glanced out the series of windows beside him, it was a typical Bulgarian winter, or so he had been told. In all honesty, Xavier was horribly un-prepared to stay at this school, he didn't have the correct clothes. He sighed, next time he was definately going to take more notice of the climate before he went off and put his application into a school, not that he was considering transferring already, he'd only been here a short time, he had to make time before he went to another school. Besides, he was running out of schools, he couldn't go to Beauxbatons, his cousin went there and would surely dispise him for his 'impurity'. Wasn't like it was his fault that he was a 'bastard child'. If he could, he'd change his mother to a more reliable and nicer woman. But unfortuantely, no spell in existence would give him the ability to actually choose his family.

Flipping his hair out of his eyes, Xavier carried on, still snuggling into his jacket, which was keeping his body functioning. Maybe he'd leave school for a little bit during this holidays and buy some warmer clothes, that would be a very good idea indeed. He sighed, rolling his eyes when a huge cloud of warmth left his mouth. When he passed an open door, he stopped dead, he could hear crackling... like... fireplace crackling. Taking a few steps back, Xavier looked inside the room, and a huge smile crossed his face, and his eyes lit up. A fireplace! A working fireplace! Xavier didn't even think twice, he entered the room quietly, totally ignorant of his surroundings, and sat on the couch infront of the warm fire, he no-longer cared about whether he got lost in near future, he was warm right now, and that was all that mattered to him.​

 

[Taylor Rosetti]

Taylor Rosetti could sum up how he was feeling in one word: freezing! Three years had passed since he had been forced to join Durmstrang Institute and yet the winters were still something that the blond hadn't gotten used to. French winters were only mildly cold and Talyor would have gotten away with just a hat and a warm jersey but here, it was a wooly hat, jacket, gloves, long socks and a marino top, and he was still really cold. He doubted he was ever going to get used to the mind numbing cold that was always present around winter time. One day he was sure he was going to wake up as a human popsicle, like what he had seen in a couple of muggle cartoons he had watched once. So far it hadn't happened but his breath was currently coming out in icy puffs, not a great song. He could have travelled to warmer climates, maybe spent his summer in the holiday home his family owned in Honolulu, but he couldn't risk the off chance that his parents had taken Mikey for a holiday, just the thought that would have been a catastrophe.

Sighing the blond sat up, tucking a book under his arm Taylor left the comfort of his bed and went to find somewhere warmer to study. There had to be somewhere that was warmer than the meager warmth of his bed. He just had to find it. He vaugely remembered a place that he had stumbled across a year or so back that provided a fire that warmed the small room, the perfect place to study. But he had never been able to find it again when he wanted it. Pulling on his ugg boot slippers Taylor slipped from the room and into the corridors of the school. The temperature change was apparent as a shiver rolled through his lithe body. The school needed to think of a way to warm the halls, it was freezing. Shuffling along his eyes swept the classrooms that lined the walls, trying to spot the fireplace. Eyes catching sight of a flickering light Taylor exhaled in relief, and slipped into the room. It was then that he noticed the room already had an occupant, a male one at that. Taking a deep breath he reminded himself that this wasn't Beauxbatons at that no one knew of his secret and approached him cautiously. "H-hi." he muttered, inwardly cursing for stuttering. "Can, I sit here?" she asked, pulling his book up to his chest and hugging it protectively. He could already feel the warmth of the fire doing it's magic and he didn't want to leave unless he had to.​

 

[Xavier Grimm]

The warmth of the fire was so welcoming to the fifteen year old. Since it was so cold outside and in the castle in general, it was such a comfort to find a place that was full of warmth, sure, it wasn't very welcoming, in fact, it reminded him of dungeons here, but that didn't mean that he couldn't find enjoyment in going here. Durmstrang was new, far stricter than his old school, but still a little interesting. They had a good Quidditch pitch, which was fun to go on, when he was half frozen in the hallways of course. Xavier stretched and cracked his back, now he was feeling a little sleepy because the fire was making him feel nice, toasty and warm, three main ingrediants to cause Xavier Grimm to go nighty-night. Crossing his legs so he sat without his boots touching the floor, he closed his eyes to allow for his mind to go for a little wonder as his body rested by the fire and absorbed all the heat it gave him. When someone spoke to him, he identified the voice as most likely female. Opening his eyes curiously, he looked around, and soon found the source. A rather cold looking blonde stood near him. He looked at her with a small mix of shock and curiousity in his baby blue eyes. The blonde spoke to him in... English? Xavier's native language was Bulgarian, had had been born and partcially raised in Bulgaria afterall, but he had not been back in the country for so long, he didn't want to be in the same country as his family, they disowned him afterall, the only thing he had in common of them was that he shared their last name, but even then, he didn't want anything to do with them, and they would probably hunt him down and curse him or something. Realising that he was staring at the poor girl for no apparent reason. "Oh I'm sorry, I haven't really heard anyone here speak English to me." He explained, scooting over so the blonde could sit.

"Go ahead, sit down, it's so warm in here. I feel like a moth moving towards light." He said, trying to carry on conversation. He was glad that he could use English again, it was really his favourite language, he picked up on some Swedish because of the people here, they mostly spoke Skandinavian languages, two of the most common languages spoken were Norwigen and Swedish. Swedish proved far easier to master then Norwigan, and so he usually spoke Swedish with people. He looked at the book the blonde held protectively to her chest and shrugged slightly. Book-worm. He was fine with that, book-wroms were fine with him, they were usually the ones that ended up in high places when they were older so he didn't dis them or anything. "Sooo..." He said quietly, pursing his lips. "I'm Xavier Grimm." He said introducing himself and offering the girl his hand. Usually people thought his name was a little... morbid, like he made it up or something, but that wasn't ture, his legitemet name was Xavier Grimm and it had been since his birth, it wasn't a bad name, except people usually excpeted him to be a morbid and dare he say it- grim person, which was the total opposite of his personality. He didn't make Hufflepuff because he was mean. "Nice to met you."
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