Looking Out

[Yevheniy Kharchenko]

To say he was happy about having to return to Durmstrang was a bit of an overstatement. He wasn't wanting to go to back at all. Yevheniy had spent another summer with his muggle friends, wandering around going to different music festivals and trying to have a lot of fun. He'd gotten into too many fights, and listened to music too loud, he'd been reckless and careless. Now, he was just back at Durmstrang and he had another two years to go of this terrible school. He just didn't like it. He didn't like being closed off from others. He didn't enjoy having to spend time within it's walls and pretending that he liked people. he didn't like attending this school. At most what he liked about it was the dark arts class. It was really the only lesson that he chose to attend. He was interested in just about nothing else about this school. It was the only thing keeping him there, that and his father was pretty insistent on him staying in school. Like most days, as others rushed around to get to their classes, Yev took his sweet time. He didn't intend to go to any of the lessons that he was supposed to go to. He didn't really care about them, and so Yevheniy had just stopped going. There was nothing tying to him to those lessons. The only reason he was still in the school was because his father wanted him there. He was always cursing under his breath at his father.

Yevheniy just smiled to himself as more students shoved past him. He honestly didn't care they weren't anything to him, slowly it appeared to him that the crowd was thinning and that it was becoming a lot less busy, which was good for the durm boy who was more interested in other things that this. He sighed to himself slightly. This school was so dull. He just wanted some fun. Perhaps if he could locate those Vetrovs, he could have a fight with those guys. He just wanted some action, and while at school, action for Yevheniy meant a fight. He wasn't interested in anything any of the people had to say about him, he didn't care that he was acting out and being reckless. He wasn't interested in anything but fighting while at school. He was bored of the place, and to him that was the only fun he could have. Sighing slightly, he turned a corner, at which point someone bumped into him with such force that it launched Yevheniy to the floor. "You f##king *******" he said loudly as he lay on the floor. He just sat himself up, "I guess you need some f##king glasses. God damn it. The stupidity" He said as he got to his feet and looked round to the person who'd bumped into him. He was just trying to egg the boy on. Sure, Yevheniy didn't like falling over, but he didn't mind it that much. Not as much as he was making out. It was just more fun.
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[Caiden Saenger]

Caiden Saenger, dressed in the typical Durmstrang uniform, was not having a good year. Alecto Grimm freaking left. Samouel and Alessine graduated, and Elijah, his good friend, had to go and become Head Boy. That meant that he could not mouth off to him anymore. The group seemed a little broken now with three of the five gone. It was definitely not one of the best years. He was exceedingly grumpy, and willing to pick a fight with someone, but did not want to get in trouble with Elijah. He did not want his stupid lectures on how he was wasting his time. However, he was very much aggravated when someone managed to bump into him, and make him stagger back. The force was almost enough to knock him off of his feet, but he was quick enough to make sure that he did not lose his stance. 'What the hell was that?' thought the part-veela male as his eyes scanned the floor to see the person that fell down. From the looks of it, the boy was slightly younger, and had quite a mouth of him. He called Caiden an *******!

The seventh year narrowed his eyes as the boy was itching to get a fist in his face. Caiden stepped toward him and he intoned in a low, growling voice, "Maybe you haven't learned around here, boy. You don't cause issues you aren't prepared for. You are the idiot that ran into me and fell down. I guess you were really talking about yourself down in that floor." Caiden was a seventh year. This boy definitely was not in his year, and thus, stood no chance against his magic. However, physically, that was not known by observation. Caiden always preferred to take the easy way out, and just overpower someone with force, magic or physical. The seventh year glared down at the other one, almost hoping that he would continue on. His eyes were daring him to continue on. Caiden was having one sucky year, and he would love to use someone as a scapegoat. It would make his life so much easier.​

 

[Yevheniy Kharchenko]

Yevheniy was not a smart kid when it came to these things. He wasn't at all bothered by the fact that he was probably doing the exact wrong thing. That this was the wrong person to annoy. He knew that annoying someone for walking into him was not a smart move by any means, but it wouldn't exactly stop Yevheniy from actually doing that. Yev was however on the ground, and he felt like this anger was a little more than justified. He didn't however let that stop his own mouth from continuing and not caring about who this person was that he'd bumped into or what the person might do. It was like what he'd said to Ailith, fighting was a great way to pass the time, and it would get him out of almost anything really. He didn't care if he got into trouble ended up in the hospital area of the the school. all in all, he didn't mind what might happen next. He was happy enough to just give it his best shot with this clearly grumpy older student. Which he could tell, by the way Yevheniy looked at him. It was good, clearly he'd run into the right person to help him pass some time.

Yevheniy listened as the other boy spoke. He groaned at his words, so typical. "Goodness me, f##k man, aren't you touchy" he said with a laugh, not really caring about if this would make things worse. He honestly didn't care about that really. "See, now, I can only really say that there is one idiot here right now, and it's not me." he said, pointing at himself and then pointing at the other boy. "You're the useless tw@t who doesn't look where he's going." he smiled at the boy, smiling not in a happy way, or friendly way, but in a way that he hoped to get a rise out of him. This would be much better. He would have much more fun if he was able to get a rise out of him. Yev glanced over the boy in front of him, he was older, clearly and he seemed to be much bigger than Yev but that didn't bother him at all. It wouldn't be the first time he was out matched. And really, it wasn't like Yev was actually looking to win any fights, just really be in them, and take the blame should they get stopped. So this for him, was just him trying to start something.
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[Caiden Saenger]

Who in the hell was this kid? Who did he think he was? Caiden was pissed off now. The boy wanted to fight him. He promised the current head boy that he wouldn't fight but he wasn't fighting by now. He was defending himself. That was a different thing all together. Surely, he would be forgiving of Caiden and his troubles. He was just not prepared for this day. Nothing could have. All he was seeing right now was red. The color of anger, righteous anger. He had nothing to lose since most of his friends were gone. Now, he was all alone and he was not going to let this kid win. He was called touchy. Now that was just a lie. He just didn't like it when people ran in this when they were too stupid to watch where they were going. "My god, you are just begging to get your ass handed to you." Caiden believed he was telling the truth. This kid was really getting on his nerves. He just didn't want to shut up wither. Who was he and why was he doing this? Questions ran through his head but nothing was making sense.

Wait, why was he even caring right now? This kid was going to back down and walk away before Caiden lost his short temper. The boy called him an idiot pretty much and one could just see the rage building behind the part-veela's eyes. No one called him that. Ever. And then the next insult came and Caiden's voice of reason was severed. He pulled out his wand and he quickly cast, "Langlock!" Caiden hoped that it would hit but either way, he was definitely not done. His promise to Elijah was long gone. He was not going to let this happen. He was so done. Caiden swung his fist to hit the boy square in the jaw. He would break something on the boy's face. He didn't care what but he was going to break him. That was all that was on the seventh year's mind right now.
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