Closed Returns to Hell

[Virginia Kozlowska]

Virginia couldn't quite believe it was another new year in Durmstrang and this was her fifth year. She knew that this year would be even more difficult, but she was ready for it, no matter what. She often called this place hell. And so it was, because this place was a real torment and yet that was his fate, because as the first born of his father, he is lucky to study here, but Virginia did not call it luck, but a real punishment. She only had four more years to study here and then be able to do what she really wanted, but she hadn't chosen her path yet. Just not for now.

On the evening of the first day, Virginia had been delayed on the quidditch pitch, missing that crazy game, that she began to consider trying to make the team again. She ran back to the castle because she knew she would be in trouble if anyone saw her in the hallway just before the command hour. Virginia really didn't want to receive the punishment, and on the first day.

 

[Carter Volkov]

Another school year was starting, and Carter was already over it. Why couldn't his parents agree to send him somewhere more interesting than this place? Still, he supposed he would just have to make the best of it. Which of course meant stashing away until the coast was clear and spray painting one of the dull walls of the school. He'd already memorized every Professors schedule, so there was no way for him to get caught. At least, not by an adult. Carter had already finished his task and was on his way back from burying the empty spray cans when he bumped into a girl he vaguely recognized. Knowing he'd need to have her on his side, he gave her his most charming smile. "Hey, you're out late. You fall asleep in a windowsill too?" He asked, trying to gauge who he was dealing with.