Durmstrang Village Weekend

[Yevheniy Kharchenko]

I imagine that Durmstrang have a similar Brightstone weekend type idea, so, yeah, this takes place in the nearby wizarding village to Durmstrang. Hence why it's here rather than in the Durmstrang area

There were just a few things that Yevheniy truly felt proud of being recently. He was proud to now be a fifth year, though he had no intentions of really ever taking part, and he was proud of how his life had taken a turn for the interesting. Upon hearing the news of his mother's move to getting remarried, he was just reminded that he was her problem child. The one that while had been intended was for all other purposes the biggest mistake. Though his father shared the same principle. Yevheniy had decided therefore that he would do what he was always destined to do, and this was act out. He had thought fairly long and hard about how he wanted to act out, but it had become clear in the end what he needed to do. His father was an easy going kind of person, the only thing he really responded to when it came to his son was violence. So, Yevheniy had decided this was the right port of call. He was a little more than frustrated, so he hadn't taken too much to really find ways of expressing his anger. He had happily spent the summer at various rock festivals around the place with a few of his muggle friends. Travelling in his friends new car to Hungary, Poland, Germany Austria. Just various places, where Yevheniy had just lost himself in the music. His father hadn't been pleased with his use of muggle transport, or the fact that he'd gone to music festivals that were muggle, but all his friends were all magical like him. They were all just a little older, with a couple of exceptions and to him, it beat spending the entire holiday at home with his father in Kiev. But, this was October, and all of his summer activities, which included a number of fights, a few close calls with various police, was over. He had been at school for the past few months, and as much as Durmstrang was the place for him to study, it was frustratingly dull. There was nothing, and he needed his friends. What Yevheniy really needed was some excitement, something to do, anything really. The school was good fun, and he did like learning about the dark arts, but everyone in the school had become, boring. The girls were beautiful, sure, but he didn't see the appeal in any of them. And the boys, well, he wondered where the harsh image of Durmstrang had come from considering half of them, with their early 21st century hairstyles. It made Yevheniy groan with annoyance at some of the actions and looks of those younger students. Had they no respect for the greatness that being a durmstrang was. They were the only magical school that didn't let in any muggleborns. They should be harsher than everyone else. They were a lot more elite that all of those people. Yevheniy didn't mind muggles, he minded mudbloods. He just didn't think that he should have to really associate with them any more than he should. He preferred when the purest of blood kept the magic, and muggles had none. Now, Yevheniy wasn't a pureblood. His father was, but he was not. His mother had been a mixed blood, since her grandmother had been a muggle. Which made him mixed. A fact he mostly ignored.

Yevheniy had decided on the morning of Durmstrang's first weekend where they could actually leave the school to head into the nearby village, like most of the other students, and he decided that this would be the perfect time for him to just stretch his legs, and perhaps his fists. Dressed in his usual get up Yevheniy followed behind the group of students, willing himself to not launch any spells at them. he didn't want detention and then be stuck in the school. He took a little longer behind the large crowd leaving, but was happily so. He got so few of these moments currently where he actually felt real happiness. Generally all school did was make him bored and angry, which weren't always the best combinations. Yev had gotten into trouble often in the two months. He'd started taming himself just so that he wouldn't lose this weekend, but that was the limit of what he'd do. The durmstrang was planning through the day in his head, trying to figure out what might be fun to do. He was sure that whatever plans he made he wouldn't ever follow them. He knew that he would just go wherever this day took him. He didn't want to be bored, and the teen would do anything to stop himself from being so. Yev hadn't always really been like this. His mother the last time he had seen her, which was reaching the four year mark had commented on how he was turning out to be a smart and determined young man. The latter was true, but Yev had changed a lot since he'd last seen her. Yev had always tried with her. He'd gone by Wes, just because she couldn't pronounce his actual name. He had gone to Hogwarts New Zealand for a year because she had wanted him to. What was really true, was that while with his mother, Yev had become what she'd wanted for him, a boy of Southern California who loved sunshine and surfing, an airhead. He still liked sunshine and surfing but, he was just not a boy of Southern California who only did those things. Now, he was where he knew he belonged, living with his father permanently, and going to the best of all the wizarding schools. The only one brave enough to really teach the dark arts. Which was a good thing in Yevheniy's opinion. A much better school, just all round. But, this wasn't really the main thing on Yevheniy's mind having fun was. Going a little crazy if need be. Yev was sure that he couldn't get into too much trouble in the space of a couple of hours, but in his mind, only time would really tell if that assumption was correct. With this in mind, and while he was still figuring out what to do, Yevheniy just pulled the jumper slightly, and straightened up the small fringe he had. Smiling to himself, Yev decided that before he do anything else, he would just try to figure something out. So, he took a seat on a bench, at the edge of the village.

Letting his pale eyes glance around, taking in his surroundings, and those people he could see that he knew. Getting bored of that, he leaned back on the bench, and placed both hands firmly in his jacket pockets. In one pocket was his wand, and the other were his house keys, which he was still for some reason carrying around. Pulling out the keys, and with nothing better to do, he began scratching his name into the wood. A shortened version since his full name was just too long to scratch out. His focus shifted from around himself to this single thing that he was doing.
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