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Zerdali walked in the halls of Durmstrang. Nothing like being a sixth year and a leader. A natural born leader. She was being rather stylish today as her shoes softly clicked on the ground. She stared over the younger students and she smirked wonderfully. How it would feel to be a seventh year soon. She waved a second year off from staring, and she let out a cold laugh. She may be Svetlana's former best friend, but right now, she pictured herself to be prettier than her, and better. Zerdali flaunted what she had, and currently, she was missing the feeling of another boy's lips. However, that would have to wait until after her next class in two hours. Zerdali missed her old friends that graduated. She leaned against the cool stoned wall and released a sorrowful sigh. Demitris. Jaken. Dietrich. Svetlana. Hayden. All graduated and gone.