It is my greatest pleasure to announce that the following students have been accepted into the prestigious eighth year at the Durmstrang Institute:

Vilhemina Amsel - Grey Path
Adele Hastenpflug - Dark Path
Antigone Kaligaris - Light Path
Nastasiya Kostenko - Grey Path
Theonia Lekkas - Light Path
Markos Mogensen - Dark Path
Kazimeras Seraichyk - Grey Path
Mykola Vladimirovich - Light Path
Oleksandr Vladimirovich - Grey Path
Kadriye Yilmaz - Dark Path

[+ 1 more Grey Path, 2 more Light Paths, and 2 more Dark Paths, currently unnamed and available to be picked up]

Congratulations on your success, and good luck in your final and most distinguishing year at Durmstrang.

Who: Dark Path Students who want to celebrate!
What: Post Quidditch Party!
When: after the last game
Where: Dark Path Common Room
Rating: best say R to be safe? who knows!

It was rare to catch Markos with a genuine smile, but he was in high spirits at the moment. Dark Path had won, he'd had a decent amount of vodka and he was actually being social, celebrating with his teammates and whoever else happened to be in attendance.

It had been a great game. Markos picked up another shot and threw it back, grinning from ear to ear. It might be rare for him to act so happy, but he had had a really great day!

Who: Adele and Markos
What: Tutoring and rare non-bitchery
Where: Their commons and beyond
When: Friday after classes
Rating: PG, possible foul language

Adele was in a particularly foul mood, which was evident in her eyes as she cast disapproving glances at anyone that passed by her. Even the students she was okay with got the stink face! The day had been annoying and long, the commons were chillier than she would have liked, that one girl from Greece that always talked loudly and went on and on about nothing important (loudly) was standing five feet away, and...just everything. She was dissatisfied with everything in general. On top of that, she knew that her tutor wouldn't be the one to put up with any of it. The fact that she would have to simmer down just pissed her off more. She knew well enough to know that he wouldn't put up with it. Her want to keep him around was just strong enough to make her not want to mess it up. He was sort of brilliant at what he did. Adele demanded the best and when it came to tutors, he was it. Didn't hurt that she didn't mind him much either.

She glanced down her nose at her books, then to the door. Damn books. Damn classes! He wasn't running behind, she was just impatient.

Who: Adele Hastenpflug and OPEN
What: Adele is chillin' like a villain whilst reading a book.
When: May 18th, 6:32 pm
Where: Library
Rating: PG, Possible Dirty-mouthisms

There were some books that Adele cherished. These books sat neatly in stacks around her, waiting to be read. Likewise, there were other books that Adele thought were a complete and utter waste of her time. These, obviously, were the books being held by the annoying, snickering 5th years sitting at the table in front of her's. She lowered her head but kept her eyes trained on them. What was that old saying about looks that could kill? That would have been an excellent wandless spell for Adele to learn. Her lips twisted into a smirk as she lowered the book, swiped up a pen, and scribbled that exact thing down on her notes: develop "look to kill". Maybe that was how she'd one day earn fame.

That noted and possibly planned for, she returned to her book. Annoying and loud as they were, they really weren't worth her time.