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: All Grey Path students and any invited guests.
What: Grey Path party, yo.
Where: The Ballroom.
When: 11PM to 4 AM, Friday June 19th/Saturday June 20th.

The Durmstrang ballroom had once again been magically transformed into a stunningly decorated hall. Headmistress Eberhardt cast a spell on its doors and on every entrance. No student or staff member who was not invited could enter the room. It didn't matter what spell a clever student tried to cast, by what method they tried to circumvent the spell, there would be no way in without an invitation.

The dance floor was open and clear, and there was food set up for students who would undoubtedly grow hungry before the party's end. Any dish student wanted would appear, just like in the dining hall. The doors opened precisely at eleven PM, but would only admitted those who belonged there. As the party began to get under way, music filled the room as the night's guests showed up.

[OOC: Okay, so again the people who can attend are: Headmistress Eberhardt, Nastasiya Kostenko, Dorottya Kováts, Kirsten Nordlund, Kazimeras Seraichyk, Sasha Vladimirovich, Theonia Lekkas, Taavi Suullinen, Misha Vladimirovich, and Ion Laieshi. If you play a Grey Path, you may invite whoever you choose. If anyone else wants to attend, feel free to come up with a way they got invited (NPC, sibling, friend, etc) and join in. Also, please tag your characters as they enter!]

EDIT: And the punch may or may not will be spiked with alcohol. Drinker beware.

Who: Kazimeras Seraichyk & Natasiya Kostenko
What: Kaz attempts to be social with a fellow Grey path
When: Wednesday after classes.
Where: On the front steps of the school
Rating: PG probably

Kaz was no fool. He had no intention of going off into the woods. Or even stepping off the school steps themselves. He did however, sit in contemplation. He didn't know as much about magical creatures as the light paths who took the course. His focus was more on people and languages than the animals in various areas. But he could help wonder what it was that had attacked those two students, and why. Whatever it was seemed to not mind leaving the woods, which left him unsettled.

It was still light out, which was why he had little problems with staying out. Quidditch practices were being observed by professors now, because they were at night. There was a general air of nervousness flitting about the student body, as though everyone was expecting something else to happen. Kaz fervently hoped nothing did. Sitting where he was, he wasn't expecting any sort of company, and looked up in surprise when someone joined him.

Who: Nastasiya Kostenko and OPEN
What: Getting some fresh air
When: April 24, early evening
Where: School grounds, outside
Rating: PG-13

Two reverse, one upright.

Not exactly the answer she was looking for, especially when the answer was fairly simple. Nastasiya sometimes had to revert to silly and simple questions she knew the answer to just to make sure the deck was in the right, though sometimes its answers occasionally came back with something she could interpret as sarcasm. She certainly did not need her tarot deck giving her an attitude.

The blonde sat upon one of the benches not far from the same entrance she slipped out of earlier, sitting on it with a leg on either side so that she could lay the cards out on the flat stone. It was a simple 'yes' or 'no' procedure - Stasi did not care to set out a whole complicated spread where the cards could fly away easier with the spring breeze that occasionally blew by to taunt her.

When the wind picked up enough to render her attempt at occupying herself useless, she glanced up at the horizon. The sky was changing colour as the sun set; it was time to go back in. She'd heard plenty about attacks that were happening outside on the grounds and she had no intention on being one of them. Though, one wouldn't know it by the careful and slow way she picked up the cards and set to placing them back in to the wooden box opened on her lap.