Demetre meets Markov

[Demetre Ativitz]

It was coming up for Christmas and a thick layer of snow covered the Durmstrang castle and it's grounds. As Demtre made his way out towards the lake, a small smile spread accross his face. He loved Christmas, and winter. He would be staying at Durmstrang over the holidays. It wasn't the best place to spend Christmas day, the inside of the castle was just as cold as the grounds and he constantly had to wear his scarf and three layers of sweters to keep from catching hymonia, but anything would be better than spending Christmas with his parents. He felt sorry for his brother and sister who were yet to start school. Well, not so much Arlina, but Deveron. Atleast the boy only had half a year to go, and luckily he would be attending Hogwarts New Zealand. Demetre was actually hoping to transfer, but he knew his parents wouldn't be up for it!
Arriving at the lake, he sat himself down on the snow, ignoring the sudden coldness which seeped through his padded coat.
The lake was his favorite place at Durmstrang, it was the only place he could come to escape the dreary dullness of the castle.
Sighing, he breathed on his hands, internaly cursing himself for forgetting his gloves.

 

[Zehava Brimital]

(I hope you don't mind me joining?)

Zehava had no intention of going to the lake, until she saw a boy there. She looked at him from inside, and felt cold. Still, she stepped outside and began to jog to the lake.

When she reached there, she was breathing quickly, and she could see her breath.
It's colder than I thought
She walked up to the boy, who had his back turned to her. Not wanting to make him jump, she spoke in a quiet voice.

'Excuse me,' She smiled. 'Can I join you?'

 

[Markov Kalforovich]

Markov walked around the grounds of his school. Soon he would be out of here, home for the holidays. In spirit at least, apparently they were going to the Olaf's home for business then to New Zealand on Christmas day for more business. His father annoyed him sometimes but it meant he could see their family friends, The Rouges, again.

As he walked, Markov noticed a girl and booy, both older than him, by the lake talking. He meant to walk past them, he wasn't good with people in his year let alone students older than him, but slipped on ice and skidded. Markov managed to stop himself before he hit anyone but he had landed about three inches from the girl. "Umm, hi?"

 

[Zehava Brimital]

Zehava giggled nervously as a boy skidded by her feet. She subconsciously took a step back.
Then she felt mean, and held out her hands for him. She smiled, as he was the sort of person she was. Clumsy, and shy.
'Are you ok?' She asked politely, easily lifting him because he was younger than she.

 

[Markov Kalforovich]

Merkov took her hand and stood up, somehow the same height as her in spite of the age difference. "Umm, yeah, I'm fine." He brushed himself down, trying to aviod the blush that was making its' way up his cheeks.


(Sorry for lameness)